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ââşââ âžââşââ SHARPEN YOUR TEETH (AND BITE AS HARD AS YOU WANT) | WYLL RAVENGARD
âž tags ; SPOILERS FOR ACT ONE AND TWO OF BG3, gn + afab!reader, werewolf!reader, selunite cleric!reader developing relationship, canon typical violence, mild gore / blood, mutual pining, heat cycles, scent kink, oral (f + m!recieving), unprotected sex, praise kink, petnames (starlight, my love, my heart), lots of referring to reader as a dog / mutt / puppy, messy sex, reader has body hair / pubic hair, soft top wyll, a single pregnancy joke, 18+ MDNI
âž wc ; 21.8k (????)
âž a/n ; h...hello wyll nation. local deranged man here to offer this politely and run away. i dont really know what happened here. this was really just meant to be porn about a scent kink and uhm. well
i dont know if i wrote this fic as much as it used my physical vessel as a way to escape. it just sort of occured. im rarely nervous to post fic for a character but this is my first time doing a real wyll fic and bg3 fandom as many people i respect. so please be kind.
anyways. the embracing of monstrosity vs the rejection of it. so on and so forth. hope u enjoy. also banner is from slime isekai anime.
âž synopsis ; there's a werewolf at camp. nothing new. wyll is growing increasingly fond of them. very new.
ao3 link for reading | spotify playlist.
The violent tearing sounds of teeth ripping through the flesh pulse and echo through the night air.Â
Blood sprays onto the furred creature responsible for it. All else grinds to a halt, the gnats and fireflies silent in awe as sharp claws crush through bone. Wyll can hear the sound of his own blood pumping as his eyes watch the massacre, hand drawn on his rapier. He looks over through the rest of his partyÂ
They remain just as awestruck. Astarion stands breathlessly. Shadowheart slinks into her namesake, eyes closed and trembling in the dark.Â
But Wyll watches, eyes fixed on the bloodshed. On the violence. The realization dawns on him too late that one of his party members is missing. Youâre missing. He stares back at the creature, underneath the moon - silently slaughtering every last of their opposition until the battle field is left in a field of crimson. Death plagues every inch of dirt to the naked eye.Â
A whimper sounds. Followed by the sound of skin and bones retracting and moving back into place.Â
Where a werewolf once was is your naked form. Sat on your knees and bent over your body with tears at the corners of your eyes. Just your ears and tail remain, your mouth and hands covered in a thick layer of blood. You sniffle, the only light left to illuminate you ritual candles and moon as you turn your head back to your party.Â
âUhm,â Your voice is coarse, thick with exhaustion and tears. Wyll stares at you in awestruck silence âWe should probably talk.âÂ
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âSo,â Galeâs voice and the obvious exasperation in it is enough to make Wyll feel sorry for you. Youâre sitting at the campfire, finally clothed - with a blanket around your shoulder and Astarion tending to your wounds. âWe have a Sharran, a vampire spawn, a werewolf, and a githyanki. Anything else we need to check off before we apply for a tent at the circus?âÂ
Karlach takes the empty seat next to you, wanting to wrap her hand around the fluffy base of your tail and frowning when she realizes she canât. Your ears are folded down, the corners of your eyes still wet with tears. You lean into Karlachâs heat, just enough to feel it.Â
 The air is cool, thick with the scent of dirt and smoke. The campfire licks with light flames, surrounded by half cut logs for extra seating. You, Astarion, and Karlach crowd on a single half - draped with an extra bedroll for cushion.Â
âDonât be so harsh on them, Gale,â Karlach says, glancing over at you âItâs hardly like theyâre a threat to us. I mean.. look at them.âÂ
Your frown deepens as you hang your head in shame.Â
âI thought we were past this, no? I mean weâve all already been honest with each other so far. Itâs a little late to be keeping something like this a secret is it not?âÂ
âThatâs true,â Wyll interjects, standing next to Gale across from the three of you - staring at your curled up form with sympathy. âI really donât understand why you hid it for this long. Surely, you couldâve told us earlier?âÂ
Your voice is weak and unusually frail. âThe opportunity never presented itself.âÂ
âYou could have mentioned it when Astarion told us he was a vampire?â Wyll suggests.Â
âI didnât want to steal his thunder, you know? Felt a bit rude, really.âÂ
Astarion laughs, clearly wanting to laugh himself into hysterics but having enough tact not to do so. âNot a thing in that head of yours aside from our parasite, is there darling? But you know, Iâm quite delighted by this revelation.
âReally?âÂ
âNow weâve got two monsters at our camp as opposed to just one! Evens out the playing field, in case things go south.âÂ
âIâm not a monster,â You murmur, pouting. âAnd I donât think you are either, for the record. Iâm just a shifter. And my goddess is kind.â
âOh? And who would that be?â Gale asks somewhat bitterly.
âSelune,â Shadowheart pipes up this time, for the first time since your arrival back to camp. Emerges from her own tent in the corner like a ghost. Her arms are crossed, brows pinched into a tight face of displeasure âShe has a network of werewolves in her ranks. Youâre one of them, arenât you?âÂ
You look up at her saddened, like a kicked puppy for lack of a better word, casting your gaze away from hers. Shadowheart looks ferocious, her appearance locked onto your pitiful form with a familiar angry smolder. Wyll canât decide if youâve done anything so grand as to earn her ire, even if youâre a Selunite werewolf. Though, given all that Wyll knows about her, that may as well be the greatest sin of all.
Your voice is tiny and high-pitched as you play with your hands in your lap âI didnât intend to hide it from you but y-yes. I donât bear any hatred towards you or other Shar followers, but uhm, well, I didnât think youâd be very happy about it. A-and then, well you know, back in the grove you mentioned you hated wolves so, I just⌠planned on never shifting.âÂ
âYou have control over something like that?â Wyll inquires. You nod, not looking up at him.Â
âI was born as a werewolf, not turned. So the moon doesnât affect me in the same way it would someone who was turned and I have more control over when it happens. I can shift in and out. Usually no problem but when Iâm caught off guard like that,â You lift your tail and swing it from side to side as if to emphasize the point âSometimes I mess it up.âÂ
âChk. What a waste of ability. Think of how many we wouldâve slaughtered had we known from the start.â
Wyll looks around. Everyone has gathered now, standing around the fire.Â
âA werewolf⌠I know little of them. Wild shape magic is vastly different. I hope your condition does not cause you too much trouble. Or us, for that matter.â Halsin adds apologetically.Â
âI didnât intend for it to come out this way,,â You mumble pitifully. Shit, he really canât help but feel bad. âI really did fully plan on keeping it to myself until the end. But, well, we were desperate. And I didnât want to see anyone die,âÂ
âGiven our circumstances, I think it would be amiss to scold you for your bravery,â Wyll supplements, trying to ease your worries. He does mean it. Regardless of what happened, you did save everyone. âPlus, weâve all kept secrets here.âÂ
âExactly right, soldier. Donât beat yourself up about it,âÂ
âWow, what sort of double standard is this? When I came out as a vampire, you people couldnât stop talking about how afraid you were I was going to bite you!â Astarion says with an exaggerated frown. You smile at him weakly.Â
Wyll gives him a disbelieving look. âWell youâre not exactly subtle about wanting to suck our blood, are you Astarion?âÂ
Astarion huffs. âEveryone here is so unfair.âÂ
Wyll laughs goodnaturedly, his eyes turning back onto you. He examines you in silent thought, his mind sifting over your last few months together.Â
After Gale gets over his initial frustration, his curiosity gets the better of him. He rejoins everyoneâacross from you on an empty log and Wyll joins along with them. Shadowheart and Lae-zel come too, as does Halsin.Â
Around the campfire, Gale pulls a book and quill from his tent before making himself comfortable.Â
âWell since weâve all made up, I am a little curious about your condition.â He admits. A very Gale thing to do, Wyll thinks.Â
âI donât mind any questions.â You reply gently. âItâs the least I can do.âÂ
The whole camp softens at your display. Surprisingly, Shadowheart is the first to ask a question.
âIs it more comfortable for youâŚin your wolf form?âÂ
You seem taken aback.. Though it dawns on you quickly why she would be asking that specifically.Â
âAh, kind of? My humanoid form is also me but it feels⌠limiting at times.âÂ
âLimiting?âÂ
âEating meat without my canines is a pain in my ass. Same with not being able to express myself with my ears or tail. I like traveling on my paws depending on the terrain.â You say, shaking your head. âIt doesnât bother me though mostly,âÂ
Galeâs quill hitting the paper makes a loud scratching sound. Astarion has a snarky comment about it that Wyll misses. Heâs too preoccupied with other things.Â
Hoping that you don't feel too badly about all this, for example.Â
âDoes it affect your daily life in any way?â Â
âI donât think so? I donât know. Itâs always been like this, so thereâs nothing that different to me. I do notice how different I am around humans maybe,â You say, before perking up. Youâve just remembered something important. âOh, but there is one thing.âÂ
âWhat is it?â Wyll asks.Â
âMy senses are much much sharper than other peoples. My sense of smell, especially.â
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You remain together. Despite the mess. Somehow.Â
With this parasite in mind, and nothing left to lose - itâs better to stay together. Now that there are no important secrets kept hidden, the vibe is much more relaxed. The impending doom adds a layer of familiarity too. Wyll has often traveled with bands of strangers, but never for so long and with so many.Â
It gives him a sense of familiarity. Home. What a foreign word.Â
He thinks a lot of it is your contribution. Theyâre your pack, as you say so often. A special one with lots of different sorts of people. And you - youâre loyal to a fault. It helps. You and Karlach are a lot alike, but Wyll would venture to call you a little more tender. It helps fill in the gaps.Â
Wyll knows youâre a werewolf but itâs hard not to think of you as a dog in that sense. A different dog to Scratch, maybe. But a dog all the same - with folded ears and a softail and propensity for drooling depending on the way you sleep.Â
Heâs only really reminded of the fact that youâre part wolf when you use your abilities in battles. Itâs your failsafe. You only do it when you think itâs dire, and before that you air on the side of diplomacy. Youâre a hunter should the need arise though. Sometimes you donât transform completely. Where your usual canines are meant to linger in your mouth are a set of teeth too big for it. Instead of hands, sometimes there are soft paws with sharpened nails.Â
There are three ways you can transform for that matter. Human, werewolf, or just wolf. Wyll finds these little distinctions fascinating, and more fascinating that you tend to opt for one end of the spectrum or the other.Â
Wyll quickly learns some of your physical attributes are the same irregardless of what you look like. The fact you are agile and quick and strong, or the fact you can travel fast on all fours. The fact you like meat, and the fact you whine rather loudly when youâre upset.Â
When youâre using your abilities, many would think you a ruthless killer.Â
But after everyones cleared from harm, youâll transform back into your usual human self - naked and covered in blood and frowning. You spit up meat that tastes bad and whine loudly if no one tells you good job.
(That job often falls on Wyll or Shadowheart. Gale or Karlach if theyâre traveling with you. Astarion is only kind enough to do it in a semi-mocking way, but Wyll is keenly aware of how sincere his praise can be.)Â
In moments like that, youâre just a dog again. A puppy, sometimes. Loyal. And novel, and interesting for many reasons.Â
Wyll should expect your loyalty by now. He sees it so often, how unyielding and faithful you always are. To your goddess and to your pack and to whatever else youâve deemed important to you.Â
He shouldâve known that youâd probably try to seek him out tonight, after everything thatâs happened among all of you.Â
He did watch you for a bit at the start. You worked clockwise through all of your companions, stopped in between for stories and gossip. Some of the tiefling kids wanted to see your tail and youâre too good a spirit to tell them no.
Wyll wouldnât dare hope for you finding him, but he is a little relieved when you do.Â
âWyll! There you are,âÂ
 Wyllâs eyes snap up.
âAh, Hells. I was hoping you wouldnât notice I was gone,â He says regretfully.Â
âOf course I noticed! How could I not notice our very own warlock disappear? It was no party without you.âÂ
Wyll wonders if youâre being sincere. He hopes you are. The night air is cool as the two of you share space. Away from the party, only sand and rubble between your feet. And a body of water that looks like it could go on forever.Â
Itâs a full moon tonight.Â
âReally? Iâm honored,â He peers out into the lake. Suddenly aware of his body, Wyll recoils into himself. The movement is subtle enough to be overlooked. The horns on the top of his head feel especially heavy. The skin pulled around the base of them throbs. Itâs not painful, but it is unpleasant. âIn truth, I donât feel a festive mood and I didnât want to cast a gray cloud over the night.âÂ
âIs it too intrusive for me to ask?âÂ
âNot at all,â Wyll assures. Your words are comfortable and soft, concerned without being pitiful. âIâm a devil. I love the people of the grove, but I unsettle them deep down. As I seem to unsettle everyone nowadays.âÂ
Wyll can hear his own somber. He doesnât wince, but it's impossible to ignore. Even explaining himself only adds to his melancholy. Heâs quiet for a while, his voice touched with a destitution and irony. And bitterness, maybe.Â
You remain still and steady beside him. He canât tear his gaze away from the endless water, comforted by its vastness. How it generally disregards him and distorts his reflection.
âYou donât want a devil at your party. Horns this sharp will pop the balloons you see. And the guests wonât take kindly to scars quite so monstrous.â He jokes, trying to keep his voice light.Â
He doesnât think he succeeds at it.Â
Silence once more. Wyll can see you, but your expression is unchanged. Your eyes are clear underneath the ever changing moon.Â
âYou donât unsettle me. You never have.â Thereâs conviction behind your words. They comfort him.
âIf only half the world had half the heart you do.â Wyll tells you, and means every word. He tries to brighten up, waving you off. âDonât let my introspection spoil your night. Off with you. This is your day! Have a dance. Enjoy the music.âÂ
He hopes itâs enough to get you to forget about him for tonight.Â
When you walk off, Wyll is expecting you to disappear. Itâs enough that youâve checked on him. He wouldâve been content with it, left to reflect on his troubles alone. Youâve done something significant with your reassurance. He isnât so tactless to keep you from celebrating. even when he would maybe want more time with you.Â
You return to him though. With a bottle of wine, and a bedroll you spread in the empty sand next to him. You give him an unreadable look followed by a cheeky smile, making yourself comfortable on the ground.Â
âCome on. Sit.â
Confused, Wyll sits. You open the bottle of wine with your teeth as a cork and drink from the top before passing it over to him. He takes it from you and stares at the place youâve just drank from. You start to talk while he debates mimicking you.
âYou donât have to pretend itâs less difficult than it is,â You say almost thoughtlessly. Almost. âYouâve lost your body. Yourself. That must be hard.âÂ
Wyll looks at you, then back at the colored glass of the bottle. He clears his throat. âIt is. More than I imagined it to be.âÂ
âYou know, I was born a werewolf. And I had just about the best circumstances a person could have with that in mind. Selune accepts me and my clergy was mostly kind. Still, I heard the word monster a lot from people outside my circle. I could feel the distrust that I incited in outsiders. So, I wonât pretend to know exactly what youâre going through,â You say, your legs stretched out far into the sand, past the confinement of a tiny square bedroll âBut I do know what itâs like to feel accused when youâve done nothing wrong. You especially, Blade of Frontiers. I think youâre allowed to grieve the trust it feels like youâve lost, or might lose. If itâs worth anything, though, I know youâre not a monster.âÂ
Wyll barely gets a chance to process the words as they come. He wonders if this is what people mean by feeling seen by someone else. âYou know?âÂ
âDamn right I know,â Your response comes without hesitation. The night air blows along his skin, a soft and tender caress. Wyll frowns when you don't elaborate.
âHow could you know something like that?â He asks.
âLotsa reasons. Youâre still nice and thoughtful and caring and charming. But, hm, well the most obvious reason is a little more primitive.â You take a deep inhale. âYour scent,âÂ
â...Iâm sorry?âÂ
Your laugh is bright, and bubbly.Â
âYour scent,â You repeat calmly, taking a deep sigh after saying it. âEveryone at camp has a scent. Itâs a little abstract, but they change when people change. Shadowheart smells the leaves of black currant and uh, Halsin smells like sequoia wood. Laeâzel smells like black tea and metal. Gale smells like licorice. Astarion smells a lot like applemint. Karlach smells like smoke and star anise,âÂ
Wyll finds himself both awestruck and amused.
âThese are all rather specific,âÂ
âIâve always been a bit of a bloodhound so Iâve developed a talent at identifying specifics. It was shitty when I was a runt. Even a trip outside could give me the worst fuckinâ headache, but it got better the more I got used to it.â You give Wyll a glance âAnyways. Scent changes. When someone changes, their scent does too. Moods and days and everything affect it too.âÂ
âAnd mine hasnât changed, is what youâre saying?âÂ
âNo. Not in the way thatâd make you different. Itâs stronger, but it hasnât changed. You havenât changed.â You say quietly, and take a deep breath. âNot to me at least.âÂ
âYouâve conveniently left out my scent from your description.â Wyll says with fond amusement. He feels reassured. Itâs absurd, yet Wyll is so inclined to believe you. âIs it something so awful?âÂ
You flush, suddenly becoming timid.Â
âYours is⌠good,â You say simply, and softly. You seem embarrassed to continue. He canât help but find it so incredibly endearing. âItâs just harder for me to describe. But itâs good. Itâs personally my favorite. âÂ
You add the last part a little quieter.Â
âAnd it hasnât changed,â Wyll says more than asks this time.Â
âNo. Stronger, but the same.â You curl in on yourself, crossing your legs as you turn your head to face him, head tilted towards one side with a smile. âYouâre not a devil to me. Just Wyll. And I like just Wyll.â
Wyll feels his chest tight as you lean your head on your shoulder contentedly. He tries not to read it into, hoping you canât hear how loudly his heart is pounding. He takes a drink from the wine bottle straight, the same place your lips touched moments ago.Â
He likes you, too. The words donât come out right.Â
âYesâŚIâm,â Heâs speechless, hands folded in his lap as he stares at you. âMe too. Our journey together has proved important to me. Thank you.âÂ
You smile but donât say anything more.
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With the goblin camp clear, the journey towards the Shadowfell lands becomes increasingly pervasive. Youâve done more traveling and less resting in the last few weeks than you have thus far in your journey.Â
Smoke clouds in the horizon are what draw you to Waukeens rest.Â
On your way to the mountain pass, for easy access to the city, lay a massacre of bodies and fire. The distress has far from subsided. The thick smog continues to build, folds into itself like massive heaps of wool - suffocating everything on every path in its surroundings. The smell of ash is invasive, even from a fair distance away.Â
Blood trails from one end of the path towards the main entrance. As your partyâs distance begins to close in, Wyll feels his lungs fill up with a familiar tightness. The burning air makes his eyes and lungs sting.
âShit, the fire is still burning. There must still be people in need of aid. We should,â You cough hard as you look at what's in front of you. Eyes squinted trying to make out the horizon. âWe should get there and see if we can aid them,âÂ
Astarion groans âFor just one day, could we rest? Leave this nonsense up to the other wandering travelers desperate for recognition? Is that asking so much?âÂ
âAs long as Iâm pinning down bodies for you to feed off, youâve got to listen to me, you know? You laugh warmly at his sarcasm. âNow, If you donât stop complaining youâll fall behind, pretty boy, and thereâll be not a thing left for you to suck dry.âÂ
âI should report you for that, you know. Threats of starvation against the imprisoned violate the law,âÂ
You laugh a little as you start to make your way forward. The four of you jog towards the entrance of Waukeens rest with urgency, more yours and Wyllâs than Astarionâs and Shadowheartâs.
Among the scenery at the front entrance of Waukeens rest - what concerns Wyll most is not the death. Not the bodies ashen among flame or the flames themselves that continue to widen and encompass. It is that, among those bodies, are members of the Flaming Fist. Past the sour memory of his life comes the worry, the fear.Â
What in the Hells are the Flaming Fist doing around this area?
Away from the woman praying over a body, are a small number of Fistâs pushing on the doorway of a locked and burning building. Youâre quick to run to it. Wyll barely keeps up.Â
Before you can ask about the situation at hand, a Flaming Fist member addresses you and your party.Â
âGrand Duke Ravengard could be inside, donât just stand there - push!âÂ
Wyllâs voice betrays him, speaking before he has a minute to think. âRavengard? Heâs here?âÂ
âYes, now make yourself useful- push, damn it, push!â
Wordlessly from next to him, you gear yourself up and push kick the door in. Strong enough that the wood crumbles to nothing, Wyll watches the doors open wide and the flames that lick at the inside of the building. A cloud of smoke billows out as the Flaming Fist pour in, your party quick to follow in alongside them.Â
Through the thickets of smoke and up stairs half-broken, sounds Counselor Florrick's voice from behind the broken door. Maneuvering through ember and broken floorboard, you proceed the same as you did before. Pushing through the crowd of people surrounding the door - you use your foot and kick the door in again, causing it to break nearly instantly.Â
Counselor Florrick coughs as she makes her way outside.
âCome. Iâm afraid proper thanks must wait,â She says with a heaved breath. Itâs too clouded with smoke for Wyll to make anything of her face and Wyll can only assume that is the case both ways.Â
Back down through the way you came, you take a deep inhale of smoke and cough. The scent must be nauseating, far too much for you - but you donât let it show through your face.Â
Once everyone has been accounted for outside, Counselor Florrick approaches your party in the broad daylight of the courtyard. Itâs there she recognizes Wyll.Â
âHold on,â Wyll says, reaching into his pack. He hands you a sachet of herbs heâd purchased alongside you from a merchant in the goblin camp. âFor your nose,âÂ
You give him a look of surprise, your ears perking up and tails swishing as you take it from him gratefully, holding it up to your nose for a deep breath.Â
âFuck, thank you.â You reply gratefully. Wyll nods in reply.
âCounsellor Florrick - are you alright?â Wyll says first, concern pouring through. Regardless of all else.Â
Itâs clear right away, the horror in his face once sheâs seen whatâs become of him. Wyll lets it roll off of his back, the momentary sting not enough to make him flinch. Itâs a reminder to start adjusting to what will be one of many.Â
Her sympathy is tangible, though it doesnât make Wyll feel better.Â
âWyll - by the Maimed God, whatâs become of you?âÂ
He shakes his head to dismiss the thought. âA story best left for calmer days. Now breathe deeply, are you in pain?â
âA scorched throat, a few hairs singed off. Nothing a bit of time and fresh air canât cure.âÂ
Wyllâs shoulder sag with relief. She turns to address the Flaming Fist accompanying her.Â
âGauntlet, a new duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward if my eyes and ears can be believed.â She pauses, thinking before giving further instruction âReport to the manip and send for reinforcements. We must find the Grand Duke.âÂ
âOn your command, Counsellor.â The head of the Gauntlet affirms, bowing their head before taking off.Â
Itâs there that Wyll feels panic. Uncertainty like nothing heâs felt in the last seven years. Maybe longer. No longer a passing thought or a sour memory, concern for his father washes out what mightâve been grief.
âNo. It canât be. You mean, theyâve taken -âÂ
Counselor Florrick's expression darkens. âYes, Wyll. The drow have your father.âÂ
âShit, what? Wyll, youâre a noble?â You interject for the first time in the conversation. When Wyll turns to you, above all else is concern. He shakes his head.
âThe circumstances of my birth are no matter of pride for neither me nor my father. But pride is no reason to refuse help to my own flesh and blood. How can we help?.âÂ
âRescue Ravengard from his drow captors. Baldur's Gate needs him, now more than ever,â She says, addressing you primarily and Wyll after. She pauses to examine Wyll a second time, like now that sheâs out of the smoke she is really looking.Â
A passing glance of her brings back memories of a childhood long forgotten. Days spent in courtyards training the sword and waiting for father to finish his duties. An ache starts to form in the cavity of his chest, but Wyll swallows it.Â
Where duty calls, it is only common sense the Blade will answer. He holds a fist over his heart and bows.Â
âTrust us to see it through, Counsellor.âÂ
âWho is this Duke Ravengard?â You ask, finally - though itâs not to him. Rather itâs to the Counselor. Wyll wonders if thatâs a choice youâve made on purpose.Â
âThe invisible force holding Baldurâs Gate together. Without him, the cityâs collapse is certain.â She pauses, looking troubled âI fear that may have been the intention of those who abducted him.âÂ
âShit. Then, not to be rude, but why entrust this to me? You have others at your command. More well equipped, Iâd imagine,â You ask, bearing no hostility. A fair enough question for you, head of pack, with concerns for everyone else.Â
âIsnât it clear? You travel with the Blade of Frontiers. Who might I trust, if not a legend? Who might rise to the moment, if not Ravengardâs own son?â
You pause to mull over her reply. Your brow is furrowed in concentration, before your focus returns to the Counselor.
âI donât think the drow have taken him back to Menzoberranzan. More likely theyâve taken the Duke to Moonrise Towers.â You say tentatively. âThough Hells, I canât be sure. Goblinâs beinâ here is weird and their affairs are tied together somehow. Plus, the drow weâve met in this area so far have relations to other cultist bullshit,âÂ
âI was thinking the same,â Wyll adds.Â
âMoonrise Towers? Along the old road? That place is cursed, few could survive thereâŚunless darker forces are at work,â She pauses, taking a moment to assess the situation âThis was no random attack, then. The Grand Duke was their target.âÂ
After more deliberating, you look firmly at the Counselor and nod - a serious promise.Â
âMoonmaiden guide us - weâll head to Moonrise towers and find Duke Ravengard. Though for now, I wonât promise anything.âÂ
âThank you. When the Grand Duke returns to the city, heâll hail his only son a hero.â She says with a deep breath âApproach the towers with care. The land itself has been swallowed in shadow.â
She turns to address him this time âRemember Wyll. âCourage is found in the battle against fear, not in the defeat of it.ââ
âSo father said. I wonât soon forget it.â
âWeâll be heading off now, towards the towers. Take care of yourself.âÂ
âYou too, Counselor Florrick.âÂ
With that, the Florrick disappears back out into the smoke and open road. Left in the aftermath is the rest of the party, not barring you - and Wyll with nothing but worry.Â
Your eyes find Wyllâs with ease, filled to the brim with concern. Wyll casts his gaze away instinctively.Â
âShit,â Wyll swears, unsure of what the reaction from you will be.
âWyll,â Your voice calls and soothes. Before his response forms in his mouth, he feels a hand on the nape of his neck. In a sudden movement, you lean into him. Even amongst the swallowing heat of fire and ember - Wyll is conscious of your skin. The scrapes and cuts on your fingers raised press against his own. You inhale a long breath and Wyll realizes what youâre doing. Itâs confirmation when you pull away and glance at him seriously. âCan I trust you to tell me whatâs going on?âÂ
The question itself is exposing. Itâs a raw nerve, split open, tender and unhealed. Thereâs no shame in it. Or maybe there is, always has been - and Wyll has spent nearly seven years outrunning it. This much he knows - he never intended to show you this part of himself.
And he knows that this is not the first time heâs betrayed your trust. You ask Wyll to trust you, and Wyll wants to explain he always has.Â
There is no betrayal in your face, no disappointment.
You come to him ready to receive anything. Crystal clear eyes and a sincerity in your heart - there is so much said in so little.Â
âIâm sorry. It was never,â Heâs struck by grief in a sudden moment. Youâre kind, but it goes well beyond just that. âI had no intent to hide it.âÂ
âBut you had no intent to share it either,â You say, your voice soft-spoken and tender. Forgiving, though you donât make Wyll feel like thereâs something he needs forgiveness for. âItâs okay. Weâre damn similar sometimes aren't we?âÂ
When you let go of Wyll, he stares at you. Wide-mouthed and unsure of himself. For a brief moment, his surroundings become blurry. Thereâs no one else in the party. Thereâs no smoke. Thereâs no fire. No ash. For a brief moment, thereâs just you - and youâre smiling. You feel like forgiveness.Â
âFlorrick spoke true,â Wyll affirms, unsure of what to do with himself. âI am a Grand Dukeâs son.âÂ
âNot just a grand duke - Ravengard has more power and influence than anyone.â Astarion adds.Â
âMy father and I were close. Once upon a time. Until he disowned me and cast me out of Baldurâs Gate,â Wyll says with a hardened heart. Heâs forgiven his father. Heâs spent years rationalizing the choice he made. But heâs reminded in an instant that the wound is still tender. âI canât tell you more - the pact forbids it. My lips are quite literally sealed.âÂ
âOkay,â You give Wyll a look, clear and bright. âThen, Wyll - do you want to save your father?âÂ
He wasnât expecting that to be your only question. It must show that heâs taken aback, but you remain where you are unflinching.Â
âYes, Iâyes. Regardless of our relationship, he remains my flesh and blood.â You press your lips together, an encouraging half smile, prompting him. âAnd I donât want him to fall into the hands of Absolutists for any reason. He made me an exile, but Iâm not about to let him suffer at the hands of his captors.â
âAlright. Then weâll save him,â You brush over the weight of that sentence, addressing your other companions. âThe only lead weâve got so far is Moonrise towers, so weâll stick to our original plans. Visiting the creche and then traveling through the Underdark.âÂ
Wyll stares at you as you continue to talk, the words feeling like little more than noise. Lost in thought, you let him remain undisturbed. When your eyes meet, you donât do anything more than grin - fang poking out form underneath your lip.Â
And itâs the second time in his life, Wyll feels like youâre seeing something he canât. Himself, maybe.
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A confrontation with the githyanki and a red dragon later, you return to camp the night of visiting Waukeenâs rest.
When night falls, you join Wyll in his tent. The gesture is innocent. You ask about having a sleepover. Wyll tries to remember thereâs nothing but friendship between you. Eventually helets you into the cramped space of his tent. Thereâs barely enough space for you both, but you manage.
Before bed, you ask Wyll to tell you about himself. Anything he can afford to tell you. For a long while, he talks about being the Blade of Frontiers. But then, when itâs late enough and the gap between you continues to shrink - he talks about his life in the city. It doesnât happen on purpose. Wyll is hardly so ungentlemanly. Itâs unlike him to cluelessly go on and on about himself.Â
You just happen to know exactly the right questions. Before Wyll knows it, heâs telling you about all of his escapades. His life as a nobleman's son and escaping to fraternize with lower city youth.
Wyll canât disclose his pact to you, but he can tell you about the kiss he had at fifteen. He can tell you about the first time he lost a tooth, or describe the well-worn picture of his late mother in his fathers wallet. For a while, Wyll recounts tales of a life heâd thought heâd abandoned. When the words come out, they donât feel like violence. Donât coat his mouth with the bitter taste of iron. Instead they taste light like memories, and come out just as soft.Â
He doesnât remember when either of you drift off to sleep.Â
When morning comes and Wyll finds you still in his tent, he feels the ability to claim plausible deniability drift away from him.Â
You mean more to him than he thought. The moment passes to tell you.Â
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The journey to the Underdark is never an easy one.Â
Underneath the desecrated Selune temple was the beaten path. A long ladder down through a broken Selunite outpost. Not only have you all fought a spectator, a bullete, several hook horrors and an entire beach of duegars - youâve just slaughtered an Absolutist leader with your bare hands.Â
The remaining duegar have fled the scene after a night to recover, leaving Nereâs body for the lot of you to loot. The gnomes have gone too. Wyll tries to hold confidence all of them will make it in one piece.Â
The Sovereign had made his request clear, slaughter Nere and bring his head. Wyll has watched you kill and devour several bodies in your time together, but thereâs something novel about watching you do it now. A knife, pulled out from your sheath - sharp as it cuts and saws through the flesh. Itâs a clean, precise slice. Nothing like you, Wyll thinks fondly.Â
He can surmise that itâs because youâre rather fond of the myconid colony. Theyâre kind to you and you are always fond of those who are kind. In that way youâre easy to appease. But he didnât know you were capable of this level of care. You tend to be matted and ruddy. Generally messy.Â
Wyll likes you that way.Â
The head comes off the body unceremoniously. You wrap a cloth underneath the bottom, and tuck it in your pack along some cubes of ice you had Gale make you with magic that morning.Â
Wyll only sees the outline of your back. He watches as you stretch your palms out and examine them for blood. When you find none, you turn around with a little tired sigh.
Promptly, you prop yourself onto Shadowheart. Your ear and tails have made a reappearance, your chin resting on her shoulder.Â
âI'm tiiiiiiiiired,â You whine, long and drawn out. Your teeth stick out from your lips when you pout, Wyll notices. The heat of the forge and all of the surrounding lava have your skin sticky with sweat. The deep purple of the destroyed Sharran enclave feels out of place among the fires âI donât want to go to the Shadowfell lands. I wonât. You canât make me,âÂ
Youâve picked up a habit of being touchy. You tend to cling to Shadowheart, which Wyll finds ironic. Even with her cold exterior, the half-elf doesnât push you off when you hug or pester her. You make promises to Karlach youâll join her for it once her engines all fixed. Laeâzel finds it pointless. Halsin doesnât mind, and likes to turn into a bear so all the furry creatures at camp can turn into big pile.Â
Gale also doesnât mind, but the wizard usually airs on the side of embarrassment - a faint blush crawling over him whenever you wrap yourself thoughtlessly about him. Astarion pretends to reject it, but willingly pets and scratches you when he feels less combative. Something you happily recieve.
And Wyll⌠well, it doesnât bother him. You approach him often enough, and heâd be hard-pressed on a reason to reject you.Â
(He ignores the way your touch seems to linger, unsure if heâs seeing things that donât belong. Wyll is fond of you. Your heart is good - he thinks of you often but he isnât so sure that means something. Well it means plenty to him, but what of you?Â
You like the sensation of physical affection, he reminds himself Nevermind the times youâve fallen asleep as a wolf in his lap. Nevermind the occasional naps in his tent, or whines when heâs too busy to pay you mind.)
âYouâre not ferocious at all, do you know? More like a drooling mutt than a werewolf,â Shadowheart huffs sarcastically.Â
âWhat I lack in ferocity I make up for in vigor.â You reply with a hum, rubbing your cheek against Shadowheartâs shoulder. âAnd the situation doesnât spark any vigor in me. Weâve already been underground this long and next weâre going somewhere even darker.âÂ
Astarion pipes up, sitting criss-cross onto the marbled floor in one of the few spots free of blood, sorting through his varied belongings and trinkets. âI would figure werewolves and vampires share their love for the darkness, no?âÂ
âWe canât see the moon well from either place. I need to see the moon to track some things related to my form. I count the phases in my head but if I donât see it for too long - I start getting homesick like a man at sea.â You whine and huff again, this time peeling yourself off of Shadowheart and throwing yourself onto Wyll.Â
He steadies himself enough not to topple over by your strength and weight as you drape yourself across his back. You nuzzle your cheek against him tenderly. Itâs different to how you do it to Shadowheart or Astarion (when heâs not adamantly pushing you away.) Itâs more tender, closer. Your nose brushes against the nape of his neck. Wyll doesnât flinch, even at the warmth of your breath. You inhale again and Wyll can hear the swish of your tail.
He pretends to be ignorant of it and doesnât push you away - instead laughing lightly.Â
âOh, Moonmaiden - let your moon be my light, and I shall let my sword be your shining symbol.â You recite with a sigh. The words reverberate along his skin. âMoon my love, you are terribly missed.âÂ
âKeep your Selunite prayer out of my ears, would you?âÂ
âDonât be so moody, my cold blooded Sharran. Our Lady of SIlver is a kind and accepting goddess, so her blessing will extend even to you.âÂ
Shadowheart crinkles her nose. You laugh noisily next to Wyllâs ear. He smiles softly.
âAfter weâve delivered the head to the Sovereign, we can travel back overhead before going into the Shadowfell. That way, youâve had some time with the moon and weâre able to get in more rest before taking it on,âÂ
You pull away from him now, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around with a laugh. Wyll looks at you wide-eyed as you grin at him, knocking your foreheads together innocently.
âAh, what a great idea! If everyone else is on board, then letâs make our way to the Sovereign now and recoup on the surface. Weâll return to Grymforge come morninâ and head off that way. Is everyone on board with that?âÂ
You look around for affirmation before resting your gaze on Wyll with a smile.Â
Wyll feels his heart tug slightly, returning your smile before averting his eyes. You scamper off to Astarion, attention easily pulled in every which way. Shadowheart saunters towards him.Â
âYouâre rather obvious, Blade of Frontiers. I thought a folk hero would have a little more suave about these matters.â
Wyll clears his throat.Â
â...I donât know what youâre referring too.âÂ
Shadowheart laughs good-naturedly.Â
âSure you donât.âÂ
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There are few times you take your proper werewolf form.Â
Itâs an accommodation thing from Wyllâs understanding. People are frightened less of full wolves or your humanoid forms. The hybridized version of yourself is what people find the most monstrous, and so - youâve gotten used to putting on the shelf.Â
The only time you take that form is when you hunt for meat. Itâs easy enough to get ahold of other camp supplies - like liquor or vegetables if theyâre lucky. But meat is hard to find, especially hard to find where it hasnât got spoiled. Astarion hunts only out of necessity, so heâs not really any help.Â
You hunt because itâs natural to you. A life of pilgrimage and spent in a Selunite enclave has gifted you the knowledge of preserving meats, too. When youâre camped out near enough forest - youâll hunt. Most often before a long stretch of travel, youâll go into the woods alone and disappear - returning with a feast. No one goes with you. In the forest, among fallen trees and soil - youâll gut and skin the prey. Youâll bring back the final products, clean hides and things to turn to leather and meat ready for curing. Itâs to prevent any more unusual bloodshed from occurring at camp. More sanitary, you always say.Â
Wyll has no intention of following you tonight while he knows youâre hunting. His interest in the woods is to scope them out one last time before you leave this place for good, keep it in his memory and prepare for the road ahead.Â
When he hears the sound of a faint growling, he thinks for a minute youâve been injured or are in some kind of danger.Â
The moon is shining just enough to cast light on your form. He figures out quickly youâre safe.
Thereâs nothing new to see. Thick, crimson blood makes a mess of your appearance - dripping down your fangs. It sticks and matts in your fur, covering your face in messy splatters. Your werewolf form is your most monstrous. Unnatural limbs and features - a form like a human but the face and ferocity of a wolf.Â
In front of you are corpses of animals, bled out and laid in a pile. The scent of blood is so strong Wyll can smell it from a distance away. Itâs a distance youâd usually be able to smell Wyll from, but it must be masked by the smell of copper and flesh.Â
The moon has waned, nearly to its fullest. You turn yourself towards the black sky of midnight, towards the moon - and you howl. It is a loud, tremendous sound.Â
Wyll has never heard you howl before. Itâs the most beautiful sound heâs ever heard in his life. An elongated melody, deep from your chest - high and throaty. You howl to the sky. You howl to the moon. To your goddess, most certainly. You howl in the version of yourself everyone finds most disgusting. The monster in you is alive and bare-chested to the world. Stood on your two feet, all matted fur and eyes like beams of light - you howl towards the sky.
And Wyll watches. Listens. Commits the sound to memory.Â
In the version of yourself that is so embraced by monstrosity, you howl like a song to the moon you so adore.
Heâs never found you so beautiful.Â
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Time moves differently in the Shadowfell lands.Â
Slower. In every other part of Faeârun, the nights and days donât blur into each other. But here, in the abandoned and unyielding darkness - everything feels thick. Muddy. The soil that does not dampen, the trees that do not grow leaves. Instead of preserved amber, there is only shadow. It swallows everything, every place in the land.Â
The upward battle of survival persists. The Harpers have (barely) welcomed you into the Last Light Inn. Flaming Fist Marcus is dead, and the Moon Maiden has given her her blessing. Youâve even been able to give Karlach her first upgrade.Â
The air speaks for itself though, that youâre nearing something important. The beginning of something. Or the end, though Wyll sways towards hope and optimism.Â
In the presence of darkness and solace, -Wyll finds that you remain yourself. Bright and clear and comforting, even in the face of impending doom.Â
Your camp in the Shadowfell lands is brightened by artificial lights. It spans over more land now. The main area which hosts all of your companions lies at the foot of an abandoned building. An abandoned house, torn by vines of shadowfell and roots. The base of camp is spread over dusty ashen floors, everything colored gray.Â
When itâs time to rest, most lights remain on. He finds itâs easier to sleep with Seluneâs blessing.Â
Tonight, Wyll can't get any rest at all. Heâs still awake while his companions have fallen asleep. He opens his eyes to the skies. They lack the deep shades of purple of a normal night sky, unmistakably dark.
His eyes remain lidded as he takes a look at his surroundings. Shadowheart is asleep, and Astarion is deep enough in meditation that Wyll doubts heâd noticed if he walked off. Among his companions, youâre missing from your bedroll.Â
Wyll sits up as quietly as he can. He looks towards your tent, to see if youâve woken up to sleep inside - but doesnât find you there either. His brow tightens, shoulders tense as he blinks rapidly trying to wake himself up.Â
There arenât many places in this camp to go, despite the terrain being wider. The other tent occupants remain in place. From where Wyll stands youâre not with anyone else like Karlach or Halsin.Â
Thereâs only one more place that would leave you.
Through a curve and another straight path are wood stairs. At the top is a skeleton of an old house. One that stood long before the curse, and remains long after.Â
Wyll has never gone there on his own. He only saw it once while theyâd settled in for the first time. Thereâs nothing inside of it. A fireplace, a broken cupboard and cabinet. A table and chair, and two old beds that have gone rickety overtime.Â
He ducks his head as he enters through what mustâve once been a door.Â
It occurs to him heâs never really seen you pray. Not fully at least. Though you utter it on occasion, the words of your goddess - you tend to speak them lightly. Wyll gathers its out of respect for Shadowheart.Â
He finds you on the edge of a large bed in the center of the room. Youâre in your humanoid form, with only your ears and tail and teeth - your hands are clasped tightly around a necklace. The fireplace is burning, but itâs not what illuminates you.
All around you though is a pale blue glow, like the moon itself has surrounded you with all of its might. Youâre quiet in incantation - the warmth of a smile lighting up your features. Youâre not in your usual nightwear of a loose shirt and pants. Instead you wear the silk of a slip and something like a Selunite robe, open. Wyll has seen so much of your skin before, everything past your knees barren. But its a new feeling. Your neck and shoulders are just the same, your hand on your chest ducking from view.
You breathe deeply, before your eyes flutter open and see him at the door. You smile at him.
âYouâre awake,â You say first, letting go of the necklace chain. âHope everythingâs alright?âÂ
âSorry. And yes, everything is fine - I had just woken up and couldnât find you,â Wyll feels flush as he adds the rest to the conversation âAnd I uhm. Well I was worried something might have happened.âÂ
âOh, shit, Iâm sorry. I figured everyone would be asleep so I didnât bother telling anyone,â You say apologetically âOur Silver Lady called to me so I felt I ought to answer.â
You pause before laughing. âWait, sit first. Unless youâre going back to sleep right away.âÂ
Wyll shakes his head as your grin widens making his heart feel rather funny.Â
He sits next to you, fond as you bring your leg up and face him. Your back rests on the broken wood at the foot of the bed. Youâve tidied the room a bit, and these sheets donât have as much dust as they did when you first got here.Â
Wyll mirrors your actions, sitting with a leg up - bent at the knee as he stares at you.Â
âYou said your goddess called to you?â
âAh, yes,â Your voice is uncharacteristically shy. Wyll canât help but stare at the bare crook of your knees. âShadowheart had mentioned it. Thereâs something in these lands. And well,  wherever Shar goes, Selune will follow and all. Donât really know what it means, though. Bit of mystery.âÂ
âYouâre a cleric, right?â Wyll asks, taking a brief moment to assess and remember all the little details about yourself youâve told him.Â
When he thinks of it, thereâs so much about you he doesnât know. Though he feels you know everything there is to know about him. Itâs not that youâre secretive, but itâs rare to get a moment alone. Harder to find a moment appropriate to air out your past.Â
Alone with you in this shadowy, dimly lit room - Wyll hopes time will slow. Long enough to know something more about you, at least. Â
âRight. I try not to crutch too much on my magic so I tend to stick to fighting,â You say with a laugh âI also had to learn physical combat and martial arts. It feels like a waste not to use.âÂ
âI see,â Wyll says with a thoughtful hum âBut you are a cleric, all the same. Quite an impressive title to bestow on someone, Iâd imagine.âÂ
âAh, truthfully - I find it a bit difficult,â You reply sheepishly, surprising Wyll.âIâm sort of simple, all things considered. I thought Iâd be my Ladyâs sword or just part of her clergy, but I never imagined Iâd do anything so important. Or have powers so great.âÂ
The sound of your voice feels especially pleasant to Wyll like this, murmurs just between you with no threat of doom. Like between these broken wooden planks, is a peace impenetrable. He likes being with you.
âBefore your capture, were you? Set out to do something important, I mean,âÂ
âImportance is relative. But, it was a mission I was proud taking,â You reply thoughtfully. A confirmation of the sanctity in your character for you to make such a distinction. âI had been sent by my clergy to wander Faerun - to aid other lycanthropes and those touched by madness or ailment.Â
âYou alone had been sent?
You nod, staring down at your hands folded in your lap.Â
âAye, me alone. Iâd wandered around for several years when I was sent away before the ship had captured me. I was on my way to Baldurâs Gate as part of it,âÂ
âWhere do you hail from?âÂ
âAmn. Thereâs a few small Selunite enclaves there. Mama was a Silverstar, which is mostly a pretty word for a very powerful priestess. My fate was divined when I was seventeen and the rest is history.âÂ
âSeventeen is young. What was your final destination then? Or was it more of a wandering practice.âÂ
âAfter some years, I was hoping to get to Waterdeep actually. Big church for Selune over there, very beautiful.â Your voice teeters on wistful, blooming with longing and nostalgia. You peek at Wyll through your lashes. âIn that way, we have a lot in common.âÂ
âA lot in common. Do you really think so?âÂ
âMm, I do. Banished at seventeen, a monster inside us, some sort of tragic background. We make a fun pair.â
âI didnât know there was a tragic story in yours. To the extent you could call it one,â Wyll says quietly. You give Wyll a look. Though he doesnât pressure you to expand on it, you seem relaxed enough to talk about it.Â
You close your eyes briefly, letting them flutter open.Â
âIt was a year into my pilgrimage, I think,â You explore, a soft sadness tender in your expression. Wyll sits up a little straighter, readying himself to receive whatever you wish to tell him. âA small village in the Dalelands. Young girl, about seven. Her village had ostracized her. By the time I arrived, she was emaciated. Clever little thing had survived on her own but barely,âÂ
Wyll waits patiently for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt you even briefly. He softens his gaze. Â
âAnyway. When I go anywhere new, the basic practice is meeting locals. Depending on the circumstances, I wonât always disclose my wolven ways. Some people - they need guidance, others they need protection. In her case, she needed both,â You look far away somehow. Wyll feels empathy as much as he feels warmth. Your care for the human condition, he always finds, touches him. âShe was much smarter than me, you know. Her lycanthropy was inherited like mine, but because she was so young - she had a difficult time controlling it.âÂ
You pause to take a long, deep, steadying breath. âShe was my little genius. I cared for her an awful lot. Still do. She beat me at lanceboard all the time, despite being seven and I wasnât even letting her win you know.âÂ
âShe mustâve been even more brilliant than I could imagine.â Wyll offers. You nod.Â
âDespite my efforts, the relationship between her and her village wasnât getting better. One day, Iâd left her in my chambers for a while - to bring something back from a market nearby. Less than a few hours, and sheâd been uhm,â Your voice starts to close. Wyll follows his instinct, squeezing your hand where it rests on your knee. Itâs shaking when he reaches for it. He thinks briefly about kissing it. âSheâd been killed,âÂ
Wyll pauses, lets you collect yourself. But he wants to know as much as youâll tell him.Â
âIt was easy enough to figure out whoâd done it. And in small villages like that, the hivemind bullshit and paranoia really gets to people,â Your voice intones on bitterness. Angry and heartbroken, you continue âGrown men raising an ax to kill a little girl. I almost lost my mind. I shouldâve.âÂ
âBut you didntâŚ? Or did you? In a situation like that, well,â Wyll looks at you sympathetically. âAny choice you made I wouldnât hold it against you.âÂ
âI only punished the one who killed her. I didnât kill him no matter how much I wanted to. I donât think she wouldâve wanted that. Not her or my goddess,â You say with a deep sigh. âI used my magic and blinded him. Made an example out of him and reprimanded the rest of those fucking idiots.âÂ
âAnd after?âÂ
You clear your throat, but smile at him. Like youâre grateful he hasnât recoiled from it.
âAfter, I buried her body in the soft earth, in the place where the moon shone most brightly - and mourned. Her death was so severe I couldnât revive or heal her, I just buriedâŚher. I thought about doing plenty of other shit. To kill, to chase, to defend - but ultimately, it felt moreâŚmeaningful just to⌠bury her.âÂ
Wyll frowns, pausing. He squeezes your hand, eyes closed. Brows furrowed as he looks down.Â
âIâm sorry,âÂ
You smile at him. Noticing the hand in yours finally, you even flush - though the moment passes quickly. Wyll stares at you in quiet, wondering if his eyes alone could tell you all heâs thinking. With you, his silver tongue is absent. His mouth is weighed too heavily with feelings sincere, with words meaningful.Â
Wyll cannot offer you cleverness or comfort where he wishes to offer you honesty.Â
âThat night, the Moonmaiden had called to me. Just like today. Itâs hard to explain what it feels like? Like a cool hand on feverish skin. It was a revelation for me. I had suddenly felt so empty. And, after some sobbing, Iâd realized something,â You say whimsically, drawing circles into the back of Wyllâs hand.Â
âWhat did you realize?â He prompts.Â
âOur Lady of Silver believes in the carving and following of our own path. But, what had I done but what was told of me? All my life Iâd spent in the temple, in the monastery - among people of my own faith and beliefs. In the moment in which I felt so much anger, I didnât know what to do. I was lost. I didnât know what I was supposed to feel. Not on purpose, but that was the truth. I swore myself too soon to duty rather than the convictions of my heartâIâd lacked real purpose.â
Wyll smiles at you, brightened by the gusto in which you speak. Heâs endeared by you all too easily.Â
âAnd the convictions of your heart? Have you found them?â He asks, head tilted.Â
âNot all of them. But you know I figured out one thing. I want to make the world a less lonely place. Her death will never not bear weight on my mind, but her tiny hand thanking me for staying with her. That was something, Iâm damn sure. Maybe all of it,âÂ
He stares at you, speaking in quiet murmurs. Youâre glowing, he thinks. You must be.Â
âItâs a noble thing to want. At least to me.âÂ
âIâm glad you think so. My goddess has given me these divine powers, so my duty will always be to help people. But more than that - I want to guide the sick and afraid like the Moonmaiden guides me. I want to make it less difficult for people.âÂ
âYouâre awfully wise at times like this.âÂ
âWise?â You laugh lightly. âIâve never heard that for me before. More used to hearing stuff like hard-headed, pack runt, cry baby. So on and so forth. But Iâll cherish it before you change your mind.âÂ
âDo you feel fulfilled here? Becoming a hero of a city, saving so many people - surely that too aligns with your convictionsâÂ
âAsking an awful lot about me,â You tease finally. Wyll is hard-pressed to deny it. Itâs so obvious. âBut I do. Iâd say managing to become Astarionâs friend is a high enough accomplishment with regards to you know, my convictions and all. Itâs honestly like my lifeâs work. He even pets me now. Willingly!â
Wyll laughs loudly at the sudden excitement in your voice. You havenât let go of his hand, he notices.Â
He hopes you donât.
âQuite an impressive feat, certainly. But I am a little hurt. Does our bond not incite a similar sense of accomplishments and vigor in you?â He teases.
You pretend to consider it.Â
âThe Blade of Frontiers, my most important companion.â You respond, with just as much cheekiness. âCalling it an accomplishment might be too egotistical.âÂ
âWhat else do you suppose youâd call it?âÂ
âFate, maybe,â You say, though your voice is hardly above a murmur now. âSomehow, the fact weâve met feels more like a very lucky chance, I reckon.âÂ
âYou feel so strongly about it?â Wyll says, more than asks. Because somehow it feels too much like a dream.Â
âOf course. I feel strongly about you in general,â You respond, and still donât let go of his hand. You say it like itâs the most obvious thing in the world âI feel strongly about us. And all weâve seen, together. I feel strongly that regardless of all the darkness, the moon waits for me and that Iâm very lucky to have met you.â
Wyll feels his heart jump into his throat. Hardly a confession, yet his heart pounds. The longing is ceaseless.Â
In all the time youâve spent together, Wyll has had all the time in the world to witness you. In your bravery and in your cowardice. At the best of yourself, and at the worst. Wyll has seen you lie when youâd rather be honest. Heâs seen you cry countlessly for the deaths of people youâve never known. Heâs seen you tear through flesh and bone. Heâs seen you as a furred creature laid on your back so Halsin would rub your stomach. Heâs seen you as tenderly, achingly human.Â
Wyll has seen so much of you. And perhaps more than that - you have seen so much of him. Parts of himself even he has no access to. A passing comment of how dashing his horns look, a pat on the shoulder when you pass a father and son. You see Wyll even when he forgets to see himself.Â
Between you, there is no question that he is lucky. The luckiest man on Toril.Â
âYou know, when everything is through. Not if, but when,â Wyll says slowly and carefully. âI want to remain by your side. Wherever that road leads. I want us to be together or travel together. Though I donât know what that would look like,âÂ
You give him a look of surprise, then a teasing smile - titling your head to one side.Â
âI might go somewhere you donât want to follow, Ravengard. Iâm a wanderer at heart.âÂ
âImpossible. Iâve already followed you here, remember?â Wyll says with a smile, eyes meeting yours âAs long as weâre together, no place is too dark nor too treacherous.âÂ
âIâll hold you to that.âÂ
âThereâd be no greater honor.âÂ
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When Myrkul falls, the world is silent.Â
For a first time, in a long time - the Shadowfell lands do not whisper the regrets of the dead. Instead, the remaining shadow swallowing the world begins to finally clear. In gradual steps, life returns to the land at Moonrise.Â
And this is in no small part thanks to you.Â
Though, Wyll watches you as you insist the glory is split between your party equally. Youâre all heroes, and you couldnât have done it without them by your side. Wyll knows you mean that.
 It was you who took down the foes at Moonrise towers in slow increments, that planned and slaughtered until there was nothing left of it. It was you who destroyed the Thorms one by one. You who allowed Wyll to break Mizoraâs pact. You who completed the gauntlet of Shar, who saved the Nightsong with your own two hands. That helped Astarion with the letters on his back, and that prevented Gale from using his orb - because you were so certain you all could win without it.Â
It was your touch and kindness that gave Shadowheart grace enough to throw away her Sharran roots, to throw away her past and embrace her own convictions just like you had promised to embrace yours.Â
The world has not been saved. The journey to the end has only become more perilous. But in the palm of your hand is the Netherstone of the fallen general - and an entire allegiance waiting to follow you into battle. The world has not been saved, and it is only bound to get more treacherous.Â
But for now, youâve accomplished something great - and Wyll is proud to be alongside you for all of the rest, as you move onto things even greater.Â
For now, all of you remain at camp. A two day extended break before venturing towards the city. Among your camp now is the famed harper Jaehira and more importantly - Dame Aylin, the chosen of your goddess. And the cleric Isobel, her lover, of course.
Dame Aylinâs arrival at your camp has sparked plenty of interesting conversations. Revelations of Shadowheartâs identity aside (something youâve been helping her through), Dame Aylin is not just a fellow Selunite - but the daughter of your beloved goddess. Not only have you just saved her life, youâve freed her from thousands of years of torment.Â
Wyll doesnât think heâs ever seen you so utterly awe-struck in your adventure together, even once. Youâre a hard person to shake in many ways, and youâre excitable - but nearly never truly awestruck like the way you have been for the last two days.Â
Wyll is listening in on the interaction from afar, only taking small peeks at you as you, Shadowheart, Dame Aylin and Isobel crowd around in your tent. Your tail is swishing so helplessly behind you Wyll canât help but laugh.
âGod. Youâve been staring like a dumb puppy for two days now,â Shadowheart teases, rubbing your head with her hand âYouâre going to catch flies with your jaw like that.âÂ
âAh, Iâm sorry,â You say, a little embarrassed. Wyll smiles to himself as he pretends to read, thankful to be in earshot âIâm sorry, Iâm just⌠It was already nice meeting another Selunite butâŚI could live a thousand lives and not meet you Miss Aylin.âÂ
âYour formality is misplaced. Aylin is just fine. We are comrades in all regards, both in our faith and in arms. Iâm thankful youâve given us a place to stay for the time being,âÂ
âCamp welcomes all as policy. It helps to have allies and in lands like these, seems a little cruel to leave people to the wilds. Though soon that wonât be an issue,âÂ
âYouâve accomplished something incredible,â Isobel praises. Wyll glances at you, a warmth settling in his chest at the surprise you seem to feel. âLifting the curse from these lands, it was no small task.âÂ
âIt was all of our contribution! Iâm just glad weâre a little bit closer to getting rid of these pests.â You lament with a dramatic sigh âAnd I���m excited to be in a place where I can feel the presence of the moon again.âÂ
âIt must be hard on you,â Isobel says sympathetically. You smile.Â
âI can hardly imagine,â Aylin adds, shaking her head. âThere is perhaps some small blessing in the fact youâre gifted with control, but the effects that these lands must have on your body. May She ease your burden.âÂ
Shadowheart gives you a look of confusion. âYou know, youâve mentioned this to me before - but I donât actually know how it affects your conditions,â Her frown deepens. âA little hypocritical given how much you know about me at this point, I think.âÂ
You look surprised then flattered. âIt was never worth mentioning. My body has certain cycles that are affected by the moon. Similar to the tide. After 6 tendays, I go through something like.. a fever as a result of a full moon. Though Iâve been suppressing it with medication, my body at a certain point needs to expel it.âÂ
âA fever?â
This catches Wyllâs attention. Youâve mentioned your condition in passing and always left the details vague (something Wyll is extra aware of given your love of being open in most everything) so this is the most heâs ever heard about it. He stops turning pages and tunes in completely.Â
âSort of. The details arenât important, really. Iâve gone through it for years, so Iâm more than used to it. Especially on the road,â You explain, waving your hand. âSilver Lady bless me, I donât think itâll begin until weâre in the city at least. Near civilization and all.âÂ
âDo you need anything from us?â Shadowheart probes with obv. Lately when it comes to you, she doesnât bother feigning indifference.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Iâm used to it! I was going to mention it though soon, so I guess itâs a good thing it came up,â You lean back on your palms, legs crossed as you close your eyes. âIâll be gone for about a tenday. Iâll leave my tent here and just pack some essentials and fuck off to the woods. Like I said, Iâve been doing it for years.âÂ
Shadowhearts frown deepens, as does Wylls.Â
âThat was then and this is now. Youâre a rather wanted individual, will that be safe? A tenday of solo travel?âÂ
You give Shadowheart a delighted look before tackling her with a hug. She almost topples over but manages to keep herself upright as you hug and nuzzle her. She doesnât push you off in any case. You laugh warmly, resting your chin on her shoulder.Â
âYouâre really worried about me? Little old me? Have you opened your heart to me after all?â You say through a giggle, earning a few laughs from Dame Aylin and Isobel. You finally pull away to look at her. âI promise I will be completely fine. My senses around that time are extremely heightened. Iâm feverish but itâs very difficult to catch me off-guard enough for some kind of ambush. Worst case scenario, I shift and run away.âÂ
Shadowheart does not seem comforted by this. Wyll feels the same, thankful sheâs being so adamant about it.Â
âI donât like those odds,â She says with her arms crossed. âIs there no one you can bring with you?âÂ
When she says that, you turn to Wyll. Your eyes lock briefly. You look a little startled, but relax once you realize that itâs him. Wyll is a little startled too, embarrassed by his own staring. He can only hope you didnât notice how obviously he was moments prior. You take a minute to consider him, your gaze raking over him. Itâs a split second, barely noticeable - but afterwards you flush. It happens so quickly that Wyll wonders if heâs imagined the entire thing.Â
You laugh and Wyll swears it sounds nervous.Â
âI get a littleâŚaggressive during that time.â You say dismissively. âItâs best to leave me to my own devices. I promise you I will be perfectly fine.âÂ
âI donât know how much I believe that, but Iâll try to put my faith in you. Donât make me worry while these damn parasites are still in our heads.â
You throw your head back and laugh brilliantly.
âIâll make it back to you in one piece,â You say, holding your pinky out. Shadowheart hooks her own into yours with a blush. âI promise on the Moonmaiden herself.âÂ
Shadowheart sighs, resting her head on your shoulder. Your smile grows ten sizes.Â
âYou better.âÂ
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The journey, of course, does not get any easier.Â
Youâve barely made it to Rivington. Barely. Not only have you had to fight off a camp of hateful githyanki and earned the ire of an alien goddess - youâve just found out the person protecting you is a mindflayer.Â
After a tremendous amount of difficult information launched at the lot of you, youâve managed to regain your bearings (some kind of miracle, Wyll thinks). Youâve made it to Rivington. Finally.Â
Hells. What a troublesome situation.Â
Youâve been in Rivington for a few days now, though you havenât made it far. After being at the circus and a somewhat harrowing fight with a shapeshifting clown, you decide to put up for the night. Before nightfall, you announced to everyone at camp that youâd be disappearing for your supposed fever. You can feel it coming on, and by the time it starts - traveling will be difficult.Â
Everyone has had their own way of fussing over you. Gale has given you some scrolls of his own curation. Astarion silently handed you one of his favorite daggers and a pack of expensive arrows. Laeâzel has given you some potions, testing your reflexes with you before your disappearance. Shadowheart gives you as many healing potions as she can, and her blessing with the help of Dame Aylin. Karlach has little to offer you in terms of things, instead knocking your heads together and telling you to scream as loud as you can if anything happens - and sheâll come running no matter what happens. Halsin has dried some food for you ahead of time, ever the planning kind.Â
Wyll only gives you a long look of concern. Most of the conversation between you is had with eyes, a soft glance meeting a concerned one. With Wyll, you hold his hand and assure him that youâll be fine - and to take care of them in your short absence. You hug him extra tight before you leave.Wyll is forced to let you disappear.Â
Itâs really not like Wyll to be so invasive on another person's business. He knows he can be a busybody when it comes to helping someone but for the most part - heâll respect a person's wishes. If someone doesnât want intervention, itâs not Wyllâs place to force it on them. He's learned from experience that sometimes it makes the situation worse.Â
But shit, the worry has been eating Wyll alive. He could hardly sit still in the brief two hours you had disappeared. The rest of the party have regrouped in your absence. Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart and Laeâzel - while Karlach and Wyll planned to stay behind. Wyll had wanted to go but Astarion wouldnât allow him. Said his pining would get in the way of everything. Heâs off his game, and itâs best to wait till you return.Â
Itâs getting closer to evening, the sun beginning to set. Wyll just canât sit still. Thereâs no way a tenday is going to pass like this without Wyll effectively losing his mind.Â
Just as the sky begins to be painted orange, Wyll troubles Shadowheart in the middle of her meditations.Â
One of her eyes opens as she breaks her concentration, an amused smile showing on her face.Â
âThat was quick,â She says first, looking up at Wyll from where sheâs kneeled. âI thought youâd wait at least a day,âÂ
âPardon?âÂ
Shadowheart laughs. âOh, to chase them down I mean. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but this is a little fast even for you, Ravengard.âÂ
Wyll doesnât know how to feel about that.Â
âMy apologies for being predictable,â Wyll says with a sigh. âBut since you were anticipating it, I have to ask if you know anything. Where theyâd be. Anything.âÂ
âThis is exactly why they didnât tell you, you know? Not that Iâm not worried about them too,â Shadowheart says with a sigh. âBut they were clear. They need a tenday alone.âÂ
Wyll looks at her. âIâve never been like this before, either. I donât understand it, but I havenât been able to take my mind off it despite my efforts. Regardless of what you tell me, it seems like Iâm going to follow them,âÂ
âOh, please,â Shadowheart says, standing up and dusting herself off as she looks at him directly âYou donât know why? Donât you think itâs time to be a little more honest with yourself, Wyll? I mean really.â
Wyll widens his eyes, a little taken aback by it. He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. He scrunches his brow a bit, unsure of what to say to defend himself.Â
âWell, I am aware of why, I suppose. But itâs,â He fumbles in the process of trying to say anything sensible. âItâs new.. I didnât think I was this sort of person. Something along those lines. Itâs not that I donât have confidence in them, but this isnât something they need to endure alone.âÂ
âNot when youâre there for them, Iâm guessing,âÂ
Wyll smiles a little sheepishly. âYes. I respect their privacy. Iâll turn back if they ask me too,âÂ
âOh, donât worry, that was easy enough to figure out.â Shadowheart teases. Wyll covers his face. Is he a schoolboy, being teased about his crush like this? How ridiculous. âAt least you know.âÂ
He sighs.
âWill you at least tell me what you know?âÂ
âIâm still thinking about it.â Shadowheart says thoughtfully. She makes an exaggerated gesture of contemplating the situation before shrugging. âHm. You know, Iâve entered a totally new chapter of my life - so, out of the kindness of my heart Iâll tell you what I know.âÂ
âThank you.â Wyll says truly grateful. Shadowheart gives him what Wyll thinks of as a semi-fond smile. He hopes this means she approves of whatever is going on. You two are close as ever, so it does matter to Wyll how she feels about it.Â
âThey were rather vague about the situation,â Shadowheart says honestly. âBut they did tell me the direction they were going to travel. Thereâll be marks in the trees so they can make their way back if something happens. If you can find where they started, it should be easy enough to find where they end up. Thatâs all I know. Good luck.âÂ
âThank you, Shadowheart.âÂ
âOh and, go pack some things of your own before you go. Just in case you end up staying.âÂ
âRight. Iâll do that now.âÂ
âIâll let everyone know so leave as soon as you can.âÂ
âIt looks like I'll be owing you quite a few favors.â Wyll offers. Shadowheart smiles.Â
âOf course. Nothing in life is free. But go, shoo. You should go before it gets too dark.âÂ
Wyll gives her one last look of gratitude before hurrying to prepare a pack.Â
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Wyll barely makes it before the darkness settles in.Â
Thereâs enough moonlight to guide him through the tricky paths of the forest. Let the record show, Wyll has no idea how youâve navigated through here. Like Shadowheart had promised him - the trees began to be marked once Wyll found your paw prints on the ground. On each tree was a the slashing of a sharp dagger.Â
Despite the clear path you laid out, the terrain is utterly unforgiving for the longest time. Had the signs of you not been in front of him, Wyll wouldâve given up on the affair. This is saying something, because his time as the Blade of Frontiers was far from a life of luxury.Â
Itâs difficult but the promise of Wyllâs good eye laying its gaze on you is enough to push him through to the end of the journey.Â
Eventually, eventually - the path clears. The trees start to become sparse and the area starts to flatten to something walkable. The dirt hardens underneath his feet and his muscles no longer drag.Â
Before Wyll lays eyes on you, he hears you.Â
Thereâs a campfire, and the shelter of a borrowed tent. Youâve laid out plenty of old rags and bedsheets - layers and layers of dusty fabric and old pillows giving you a cushion from where youâre curled up on a tree.Â
Before Wyll can see you in the faint glow of fire, the only thing his mind can pay attention to is the sound of your voice.Â
A pained whimper, so loud and high pitched - Wyll is shocked he didnât hear it some distance ago. Youâre practically shaking, short snarls and desperate yowls between hard pants.You sound like youâre suffering something grave. Itâs nothing heâs ever heard in your time together, despite the horrific injuries youâve endured. Even at near death, Wyll has never heard more than labored breathing and groans.Â
Itâs pure distress, so broken it rings in his ears. His concern grows ten sizes.Â
He decides then that no matter what you tell him, he wonât be able to go back to camp to leave you alone.Â
He fights the urge with his body to run towards you, remembering the state youâre in. Prone to aggression and high-alert, Wyll forces himself to approach you slowly.Â
As soon as heâs within range of you, your entire body lurches forward to sit up. Your eyes open, wide and nearly feral - searching erratically. Wyll pauses, no longer in a soft crouch. He stands to full attention. When you finally look at him, your chest shakes with an exhale. You lean back against the tree behind you where youâre curled, shaking.Â
âFuck,â You cover your nose first, pressing your arm against it as you curl away from him instinctively. Wyll feels a mix of guilt and worry. âFuck, what in the Hells are you doing here? Was it Shadowheart? Evenâeven though I told her,âÂ
He moves in just a step closer. âI asked her. But I intended to find you even if you didnât tell me. Iâm sorry. I couldnât stop thinking about what might happen,âÂ
âShit, donât get any closer. I-Iâm already, shit,â You hold up a hand, though your entire body is fragile. Weak, even from this distance. âDonât move. You,â Another labored breath âGo back.âÂ
Wyll stills, but doesnât budge. His frown deepens. âYou donât have to endure this alone,â He steps closer. âIâm here for you,âÂ
âItâs not aboutâfuck,â You curl into yourself, turning your face away from him. âItâs n-not about that. Not personal. You need to get out of here, Wyll, please. Please listen to me and, and go.âÂ
Wyll wants to ask how he could leave you in this condition, but the desperation in your voice stops him. He feels uncertain, but his body - his mind, wonât listen to him.
âTell me whatâs happening to you,â Wyll pleads. He wants to run to you. He hates seeing you in this much pain. He wants to hold you, his heart is practically pounding. âAre you in pain?âÂ
Your expression strains, but you force your gaze towards him. Your eyes are wide. They shine with water and wetness, your tearstained expression landing on his face.Â
âFuck, Wyll, you - Iâm in heat. So d-donât come any closer. Go, goâplease, Iâm begging.â
Heat. Wyll knows little about the cycles of werewolves. But he knows about wolves, and other animals at least. Heat. A period of heightened sexual reception during mating season. Wyll pauses, then blinks. His stomach drops, heart quickening.Â
Shit. Shit.Â
âYouâre inâŚheat.âÂ
âY-yes. And it lasts for a tenday, so you need to listen to me and get out of here. Now.âÂ
Wyll doesnât move.Â
âWould,â Wyll swallows the thick feeling in his throat. âIf someone else had come. Would you have,âÂ
He hardly knows what heâs asking. But it seems you do, because you open your eyes - in utter distress and shake your head.Â
âNo,â You shake your head and hold your breath, trying to calm yourself as you breathe. You focus on breathing only out of your mouth. âJust you.â You close your eyes again and continue to tremble. âPlease. Please go, Wyll.âÂ
He comes closer. Your voice croaks as you try to shout at him, though the words are too faint to be called that. Nonthreatening and utterly desperate.Â
âNo, no, noâplease,â Your words become a sob, and Wyll feels his heart start to crack a little. âYou donât understand. It h-hurts. If you get too close, if youââÂ
âWhat is it?â He gets close enough to be within real range of you. Thereâs only a few feet of distance between you. Wyll kneels so heâs not looming over you, looking over you with concern. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You shake and shake and shake, closing your eyes - tearing your gaze away from him. Your lower lips waver, both hands covering your face as you cry.Â
âYour s-scent,â You heave, trying to push back against the tree. âItâll make me want to t-touch you. And I canât. I canât andâI want too. So badly, youâre so close, please stay away. Itâs cruel, so cruel to me,âÂ
Wyll feels his own voice almost give out. Seeing you like this. So desperate. Needy. The guilt is outweighed by another feeling he chooses not to name.
âYou can touch me,â He assures.Â
You sob.Â
âNot just touch. Wyll, please, go.âÂ
âHells,â He comes closer towards you and you flinch. âIâm not so clueless. I know what you meant. Itâs alright.âÂ
Your eyes flicker open in disbelief.Â
âYou,â You look at him through teary eyes. âI-itâs important to you to... With someone you love. Not like this.âÂ
âGods, who else but you? I love you,â Wyll says with his own voice nearly shot. Your eyes widen in disbelief. âOf course I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.âÂ
âWyll,â You sob for a different reason this time. âI love you. I w-want you, I want you.âÂ
âTell me. Can I touch you?â
âPlease,â Youâre so tender like this. Wyll has never seen it in his life. Itâd be unimaginable, had he not witnessed.Â
Strong and capable and brave and rowdy - reduced to a fragile, pleading mess.Â
Wyll doesnât know how to touch you. If he were more honest with himself in the moment - more sensible, heâd admit this to you in a quiet secret. He doesnât have room for doubt now, so Wyll is gentle when he reaches for you. He pulls your wrists from where theyâre glued to you, unfurls your form slowly and looks closely at your face. He guides your hands around his neck and brings you towards him. With slow, careful maneuvering - he sits down with you.Â
Holding you in his embrace, he brings you into his lap - sitting where you once were. Until youâre over his own, resting your full weight against his. Your knees rest on either side of his thighs, straddling him. You look at Wyll from above, your lower lip still quivering.Â
âItâs alright,â He says, hands on your waist but not moving âTake what you need,âÂ
With a wordless whimper, you grab the fabric of Wyllâs clothing, light armor that he changed into before leaving - tight enough he can feel the tension in fabric. You lean in, your eyes shut tightly and press your nose along the side of his neck. Wyll can feel you bump against this jaw. He tilts his head back to give you more access to him. His body is hot with your sudden proximity, your own skin completely feverish from need. You inhale, so deeply and so wantonly Wyll doesnât know what else to do other than sit and let you.Â
The thought passes. Like a mutt. Like a puppy. You breathe Wyll in like itâs the only thing keeping you alive, grinding instinctively on his lap. Something that he overlooks for the sake of being the sane one between you.Â
âYou,â Your voice has calmed down a fair bit, though it's just as thick as it was before. âShit, itâs so good.â Â
Your grip on his clothes tighten. Wyll rubs a soothing hand on your waist, still over your clothes. You continue it, taking deep breaths of him like a life-line until your grip starts to loosen. Youâre no longer shaking at least. You pull away from him with wet pleading eyes, butting your forehead with his. Wyll winces, but bites back a smile at you once he realizes youâre a tad bit more sobered up.Â
âWhat in the hells are you doing here?â You interrogate.
âAre you alright?â Wyll says, ignoring your first question. âHas it gone down?âÂ
âIt comes in waves. The first wave has passed, but the second one will hit soon enough. Five minutes if I had to guess,â You say, shaking your head. You fix your gaze on him. Wyll suddenly becomes aware of your proximity (or lack thereof). âWhy are you here, Wyll?âÂ
âWhy? A better question is how could I not be here?â Wyll says carefully, examining your every expression. âAn ominous sickness, traveling alone for an entire tenday when weâve all spent our entire journey together. Iâm sorry if Iâve offended you, but I couldnât sit back quietly while I was so worried for your safety.âÂ
âLike I told you and everyone else, Iâm fine. Iâve been handling heats alone since I started puberty. Itâs not a very pretty sight,â You pout shyly. Wyll finds it utterly adorable. âAnd well, itâs not like I can announce to everyone Iâm in literal heat. Fever is easier.âÂ
âIâm sorry if Iâve invaded your privacy. If I had known,â He clears his throat, looking away from you âIf I had known it was something like this, I wouldâve approached it more delicately.âÂ
âMy brain is too heat-addled to be properly embarrassed, which is lucky - because Iâm definitely going to be pissed when this is over.â You say, clutching the front of his shirt again. âEverything is all out of order now.âÂ
âWhy do you say that?âÂ
âYouâre the one going on about keeping things old school, you know.âÂ
âWell yes. But itâs not for any reason so rigid,â Wyll reaches his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing underneath your eyes. âThese sorts of affairs are more enchanting when the love is there. Thatâs the part that matters.âÂ
âYouâre not disappointed that the first time weâre touching each other is because Iâm this desperate to touch you?âÂ
âI just like being able to hold you. For any reason at all,â Wyll says honestly, then adds. âAnd well, if I were to be frank, seeing you in this state is⌠rousing. In its own right.âÂ
You flush, and mumble. âPervert.âÂ
He forgives the comment just as youâve forgiven him for his intrusion. He looks at you tenderly, heart swelling so much itâs almost overflowing.Â
âWill you allow me to stay by your side?âÂ
âThis goes on for a tenday. And it doesnât get any easier. Do you really know what youâre asking? Do you have that kind of stamina?âÂ
Wyll smiles at you. He wants to kiss you.Â
âAround something as enticing as you, stamina should pose no issue.â He flirts.Â
âGods, Wyll - whereâd you learn to talk like that?âÂ
He smiles cheekily. âEsoteric erotica novels from my fathers chambers, mostly. Overhearing things at Sharesses Caress helped too.âÂ
You giggle a little bit. This time youâre the one leaning into him.Â
âThe waves will get longer and more intense. They peak around the fourth day and begin to mellow out at the start of the fifth,â You give him a look before looking away, profusely embarrassed. âUhm. The only thing that soothes it is, well, you know. I mean I get really⌠I cry a lot.âÂ
Wyll doesnât communicate to you the fact he knows. He did just see after all, and itâs not like he particularly enjoys seeing you suffer. Heâs not that sort of man, but. He likes taking care of you, in all aspects. Youâve had to take care of yourself for so long. It feels good that heâs allowed into something that youâve kept private all this time.Â
Itâs fair if heâs a little cocky about it, he thinks.Â
âYou can show me everything about yourself and I wonât turn my gaze away from you. Nothing could make me look away,âÂ
You pout again. Wyll notices you do it when youâre feeling especially embarrassed. He opts not to say anything, just smiles.Â
You take a deep, shaky breath. âItâs going to start again soon. Everything is fine with me, justâstay close. Close enough that I can tuck into you.â
âSomething to do with my scent, I suppose? I am curious to know what.âÂ
âWell I like you. And itâs comforting. But it turns me on, too. Especially like this.â
âAnd thatâs why you were pushing me away earlier?âÂ
You nod, taking a deep breath. Your voice regains that sweet, thick quality that Wyll is beginning to recognize as desire.
âMm. Iâm a lot stronger than you a-and my heads not very clear,â You shake your head as you explain this to him. âIt wouldâve..haah..been painful. Really.âÂ
âSo it has that kind of effect on you,â Wyll concludes. Your eyes are lidded. Youâre overwhelmed. Itâs an interesting position. As far as Wyllâs concerned, he probably only smells like forest right now. He looks at the way youâre shaking like a leaf, then continues âI have that kind of effect on you,âÂ
âYes,â You huff, leaning against him again. Your head on his shoulder, nose brushing against his skin. Heâs sweating from the journey up. He canât really wrap his mind around what it could be that you like so much about him or how he smells. âFuck, yes - you do.âÂ
Itâs an odd position to be in. Wyll is a righteous man but the thoughts that swarm him now are anything but. Thereâs nothing foreign about being wanted. His time as the Blade of Frontiers has had him propositioned for such affairs more times than he can remember.Â
No ones ever been desperate for him, though. Youâve never been desperate about anything. Youâre emotional and light-hearted and wise and kind. Not desperate. Never that.Â
Except right now, youâre looking up at him with your pupils blown wide and your lower lip shaking. Thereâs sweat dripping down the crown of your head. Your ears are perked up, your whole body tense with need. Youâre practically intoxicated above him, and Wyll canât help but feel something less than heroic about it.Â
âIâm hardly half the man I claim to be,â Wyll says, a little dazed. âYou make me forget myself. My virtue.âÂ
âWhatâs virtue to love, Ravengard?â You lean in closer to him, your noses brushing. It must be coming again, the next wave. âYouâre just Wyll to me, remember? Not a paragon of decency.â Your face is close. Your lips are close. Tempting. âTouch me. Or make love to me, if youâd prefer to call it that.â
It feels like thereâs no air in Wyllâs lungs. Not enough to take a breath. He cups the nape of your neck with his hand, and your skin is so hot it nearly burns. Youâre feverish, and sweaty - when Wyll touches you, you react right away. He stares at you. Everything feels distant, far-away. How many times have the two of you been like this? How many times have you nearly crossed this threshold before retreating back into each other?Â
Wyll can think of one hundred times heâs thought of kissing you. When youâre covered in blood and gore, when you smile, when the sun through the trees makes your fur look shiny and beautiful, when Astarion pets you, when you hug Karlach for the first time. He can compile every time the urge has come over him.Â
It feels unreal to kiss you now, after all that.Â
You open your mouth slightly, a choked moan passing through your lips as Wyll presses his own to yours. Yours are soft. The first thing he notices is the shape of your teeth, the sharp edge of your fangs - protruding and clumsy. None of it matters. Nothing matters except you and this.Â
Youâre huffy and eager when Wyll kisses you. A slow peck at first before he pulls away, delighted by the way you chase his mouth. Then again with your mouth open a little wider, panting hotly as you urge Wyll to give you a little more. Your hands are gripping his armor again, tight enough to rip the material. Youâre too drunk on your own need, to notice anything about anything.Â
Itâs something about you - something about you Wyll has known since forever. You get lost in things, in fights or in books that Gale reads. Sometimes you just give up thinking entirely and let your instinct guide you. And it makes enough sense, youâre a werewolf - part hungry animal by blood. Of course your baser instinct feels more natural.Â
Itâs not very kind to think, but Wyll isnât saying it to be unkind. He likes it. He likes that you think with your heart less than your head. He likes when you give into the most animal parts of you.Â
Wyll is not in the same place as you. His head is meant to be clear. Heâs seemingly sober for this affair.Â
But his body betrays his mind so quickly itâs laughable.Â
He doesnât really know what to do with himself. All of the blood in his body is running hot, and all of it floods south more quickly than he can control it. Before he knows what heâs doing, his hands are clasping around your waist and heâs kissing you deeper. He lets his tongue brush yours, lets his teeth sink into the plush of your lower lips. He sucks and bites and licks as you breathe each other in.
You kiss Wyll until your lips are swollen, chest heaving as you pull away from each other. Thereâs something juvenile about the affair, enough to make you laugh even in the state youâre in. And Wyll laughs too, stares at your expression only illuminated by moonlight.Â
âI love you,â Wyll repeats. Youâre startled by it this time. âGods, I love you.âÂ
Your voice is thick. âI love you too. Touch me, please.âÂ
âHow should I touch you my love?âÂ
âHowever you want. As long as you touch me.âÂ
âHowever I want,â Wyll says contemplatively. Heâs quick to maneuver you both to the ground when he says this. A little closer to the warmth of the fire, on the sheets and pillows youâve set up underneath you both. You look up at him wide-eyed as your back touches the ground. âYou should choose your words carefully. I may take you up on making love.âÂ
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.
âDo it before I lose my mind anymore,âÂ
Wyll laughs playfully against your skin.
The act of undressing each other is unceremonious. Wyll peels the padded armor off his body, leaving him in trousers. He helps you out of your own clothes. Heâs seen you naked more than once, but never for this. For him. He studies the way your muscles fall, the hair on your skin. Various scars. Everything for him to gaze on.Â
Your own hand reaches up to his neck, on his shoulder as your mouth falls open. âYouâre so attractive. Do you know?âÂ
He laughs. âIt doesnât hurt to hear you tell me.âÂ
You seem eager to admire his body. Wyll doesnât stop you. Your palms are much smoother than heâd think of them to be, as they plane over the expanse of his muscled chest. You let your fingers drift over raised scars on abdomen, over his nipples and down his abdomen. Wyll feels his cock twitch unhelpfully. You must notice the same because your eyes light up. Your hand reaches even further, even lower - cupping the hard outline of his length. He hisses through his teeth.Â
âYouâreâŚâ You mumble, squeezing again. âFor me,âÂ
âYouâre beautiful,â Wyll says. You flush.Â
âNothing you havenât seen before,â Your voice is almost petulant.Â
âAnd Iâve longed for you since that very momentâÂ
Your pout deepens before you brush Wyllâs hand with yours.Â
âYou can do the same for me.â
Wyll stares at you before leaning back down to kiss you. He doesnât linger at your mouth, chaste pecks that pave the path for Wyll to worship the rest of you. He wants to worship every inch. He lets his lips leave kisses all over your face. He kisses the scars along your skin, the corner of your mouth, your eyelids.Â
His tongue laves down your jaw until heâs at your neck. You breathe unsteadily as he continues down to the column of your throat. Wyll is gentle. He doesnât bite. He steadies his hands at your waist and only kisses. Presses his face to your skin and pricks you with his want. Itâs slower than you want, he can tell from how your legs are wrapped helplessly around his waist.Â
Your lower-half is grinding against him, against air - anything you can find. Little shameless mewls and so much squirming. Wyll knows youâre needy, and he is too - but this is your first time together.Â
He couldnât do anything but savor it no matter how much you whined. Right now you are his, hidden from the moon. From the camp.Â
You are his and he will take you apart as he pleases.Â
âPlease,â You whine, taking a deep breath of him again. You inhale, nudging the parts of him available to him. âPlease.âÂ
A little mercifully, he gives you a little more. He grabs your hips and positions you better over his cock. He moves his hands from your waist to squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts. He licks the salt of your skin, meeting your movements.Â
âI know, I know. Endure it,â He says, pressing a kiss to your sternum. âIndulge me.âÂ
You bite back your complaint. Youâre forgiving as always.
His mouth closes around your nipples, hard under his tongue. Your spine arches, but Wyll pushes you down and steadies you. His other hand squeezes the one he isnât servicing, thumb drawing over your nipples. He gauges your breathing as he tries different motions until settling on rolling it with his thumb. The right thing to do, if your reaction is anything to go by.Â
He feels something against the seam of his pants when he goes between them, pleasuring you. A wetness where his cock meets your clothed sex. One that soaks underneath two layers of clothes. He looks up at you, wide-eyed.Â
Youâre unaware of anything. Too busy in the chase of pleasure.Â
He wonders if itâs a result of your heat. He doesnât know anything about them aside from the fact it happens and it makes you like this - but what it does to your body is still foreign to him. His cock is throbbing hard enough to make him light-headed. He tries to approach this with a light hand and patience.Â
But shit, the way youâre searching for it is too arousing. Youâre seeking an orgasm so desperately, all little rutting twitches and uneven movements. The first of the tears start to form on your lower lashes. Your eyelashes are wet. Fat tears drip down your cheeks, falling down the side of your face. Wyll is less concerned than you would be if you hadnât told him that you would cry - but gods.Â
âYouâre a mess,â He says with an absent fondness. You whine and nod in agreement. Wyll is lucky to witness this, he realizes too late. âIs it painful?âÂ
Your voice is scratchy from crying. âAches. Aches so much, need more, please. Trying to be patient but it aches.âÂ
He hums to himself, undoes the death grip your legs have on his waist before starting to kiss a path down to your navel. Itâs clear you make an attempt to ask him what heâs doing, but the words cut off when you realize heâs getting closer to where you need.Â
Youâre holding your breath, your hands curled at your sides like you donât know what to do with them. Youâve never been so uncertain in front of him. You help slide your bottoms off - everything in one go. Your knees are bent in the air, covering where Wyll is most keen to see you. He kisses your calves.Â
âNothing I havenât seen before, remember?âÂ
You take a deep breath and lay your feet flat on the ground, spreading your legs enough to give Wyll a perfect view. Heâs always tried not to look, but now he canât stop staring. A thick layer of hair covers your cunt. His hands shake as he pulls you forward to look closer, and your own hands go to cover your face.Â
âI can feel you breathe,â You whisper, and Wyll laughs. Heâs still looking, examining you closely. He uses his fingers to pull you apart, awestruck by you. Youâre so wet itâs dripping, pulsing helplessly without Wyll touching you at all. The sheet underneath you darkens with arousal. Your clit is throbbing with need, all fluttery. âStop looking,âÂ
Wyll does what any gentleman would do. He pulls away, his hands settling on your thighs - and starts to kiss all the way up from the inside of your knee. He does it on both sides, before finally kissing your clit tucked away underneath everything. Your breath hitches, stomach tensing.
âTell me where you feel it. Let me learn you.âÂ
âHicc,â You nod soft and sweet. âOkay,âÂ
Wyll smiles against you.Â
For as much as Wyll puts on a show, the first time he actually tastes you exceed all expectations. The loss of composure is nearly instant. His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as he lets the weight of his tongue drag through your folds, arousal collecting on the tip. Your reaction comes just as quick.Â
âFuck,â You cry out. Wyll feels your hands reach for him, a pleasant noise escaping him as you grip onto his horns. Heâs never thought to touch them before. A feeling of electricity creeps up his back as your hands hold tight around the base of them.âWyll, fuck - there,âÂ
He gets the message quick enough, laying his tongue flat on the hardened bundle of nerves. Your clit pulses for him. You taste heady and sweet, coating his entire mouth as he continues to eat. You guide him here and there - soft whispers of lower and higher until he ends up in the place you need.Â
âThat,â Your grip on his horns gets tighter as you grind yourself down on his tongue. Wyll feels his cock stiff against his stomach from where he lays. âLike that,â
He gives you more pressure as he licks your clit, sorting out a rhythm as he focuses his attention on one part of you. He wants to make you cum like this. Youâre sensitive enough to do it. Your clit thrums as your mind goes muddy. Your body movements change as he continues to push you closer and closer to your high. Heâs starting to understand what makes you tick.Â
Wyll is a quick learner after all, dexterous and clever.Â
Muscles clenching, your mouth falls open - eyes barely open as you moan. âOh, oh, oh,âÂ
Wyll laps you up like ambrosia. He pulls away when you start to get close, ignoring your complaints. He wants to savor it now that he knows how to get you to the edge, so he does. He buries himself deeper into you, his nose bumping against your mound with every pass he makes over your slit. Your body is unbelievably sensitive. He dips his tongue into your tight hole and you nearly lurch forward with need.Â
He starts a back and forth, going from licking long stripes along your slit determined not to let anything go to waste - back to focusing on where you need him most. He doesnât mean to put you on edge so many times, no longer thinking clearly.Â
You beg Wyll to make you cum by the time heâs back to reality, grabbing his horns hard enough to make him look at you.Â
âMake me cum, please - canât take it anymore, Wyll, please, fuck,âÂ
He hums against your sex before refocusing his attention. One last time he takes your throbbing clit into his mouth, lets it slide against his tongue and sucks on it. This time he relents to your need, and doesn't stop for any reason. He lets it build and build and build until he hears your voice break.Â
Your back starts to arch, body going taut like a bowstring. Wyll hums against you, he wants to praise you but his mouth is busy.Â
Then the thought occurs to him. It takes a little focus to reach your mind, and this is by all means - a terrible reason to use your shared connection.Â
âYouâre doing so well, starlight,â Wyll praises. Your eyes widen as you realize just how heâs doing it, a debauched and shocked moan tearing itself from your mouth âBeautiful. Sorry for teasing you. Can you cum for me? I want you to feel good,âÂ
You hiccup, another loud sob as Wyll keeps steady.Â
âC-cumming,â You choke on the words, on your spit. âIâmâfuck!âÂ
Wyll lets you ride your orgasm out as you cum for the first time in the night. Your body goes arching, gripping on his horns hard trying to pull him away as you push through to the other side. Youâre pulsing in his mouth, tightening around nothing as you cum for him. It feels like it goes on forever, long waves and tremors until the feeling dies down.Â
He pulls away once youâve finally laid back down, exhausted and out of breath. You stare at him a little blankly, an arm covering your face.Â
âUp here,â You say tiredly, gesturing him up. âI need to kiss you.âÂ
Wyll laughs good naturedly as you wrap an arm around Wyllâs neck, dragging him down towards you and kissing him hard - drunk off pleasure. You kiss him in chaste pecks, hugging him. Nudging your nose along his neck, you whisper in his ear.Â
âTake your pants off, dammit.âÂ
Wyll canât help his laughter.
âI suppose itâs only fair,âÂ
You hook your fingers into Wyllâs trousers, helping him pull them down until his cock springs free. Your eyes go lidded as soon as you see it, hands cupping the now bare skin. Wyll hisses slightly at the sudden touch, unused to the friction. You look up at him, a hand between your bodies - closing your fist around the base of his cock.Â
âBumps and prongs, huh,âÂ
Wyll flushes immediately, making you laugh.Â
âI hope youâre not making fun of me.âÂ
âHow could I when Iâm this turned on?â You offer sincerely. He shudders at the touch. âI like it. Can I blow you?âÂ
âIâm sorry?âÂ
Your turn to laugh. âIâm good at it. And I want to. Itâs a little sensitive for you to fuck me, anyway.âÂ
Wyll swallows thickly. âI guess I have no reason to deny you.âÂ
âNo you donât. Now come on and stand up,âÂ
He gives you a hesitant look before peeling himself off of you. He stands to his feet, his pants still rolled down just past his thighs. He slides them off so the two of you are naked, and laments a little in his mind about the fact youâre doing this deep in the outdoors. Youâre quick to follow Wyll, walking on your knees towards him until youâre eye-level with his cock.Â
Heâs never gotten this far. Heâs a romantic in all the ways it matters, so save for some grinding and kissing - itâs a new experience. You look like you know what youâre doing though. You kiss his hips, hands on his thighs and an expression that he finds remarkably innocent for what youâre about to do. All Wyll can do is watch, and feel increasingly fidgety about the sight in front of him.Â
You crane your head down and place pecks from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. You let his cock rest against your face, taking a sharp inhale of the skin - perverse and desperate. Wyll groans, deep from his chest as you smile. Youâre not unsettled by it at all, as reverent as you always are.Â
His body has grown especially sensitive because of Mizoraâs interference. He can feel the heat in his blood starting to swell as blood rushes to his cock, making him grow bigger. The way youâre looking at him isnât helping.Â
You poke your tongue out from your mouth and leave long licks along his cock - from base to tip. Like you sense he doesnât know what to do with his hands, you guide them to hold your head. He feels a weird sense of guilt about it, but the pleasure outweighs the shame - he doesnât force you down. Just keeps you painfully steady as you do all of the world.Â
Fuck, heâs sensitive. Every little wet lick and stroke is enough to make his spine prick with need. The tip of his cock leaks pre-cum. You press it against your lips as your hand wraps around his shaft in full, your tongue dipping into the slit making Wyll hiss.Â
âShit,â He huffs, hands gripping tighter but not moving you âThat feels good,âÂ
You give him a little smile that makes Wyllâs stomach flip. Like you know itâs going to catch him off guard, you finally open your mouth to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. Itâs lighter and more sensitive than the rest of his cock. You wrap your tongue around it with expertise and Wyll finds himself nearly bedding on the knee, legs starting to feel weak.
You use one hand to steady yourself on his thigh, the other slipping between your legs.Â
He can only watch on in awe, the impressive way you sink around the hot, hard length. Your tongue is soft, the cavern of your mouth wet and inviting. Wyll nearly breaks - almost fucks into your throat by bucking up. He restrains himself as you go lower and lower, eyes going increasingly wide as his cock disappears in the column of your throat. Just when he thinks you canât get any further, you do. He can feel the tip disappear in the narrowness of your throat, awestruck as drool starts to drip from the sides of your mouth.Â
You make a sound, muffled as you hit the base of Wyllâs cock like itâs nothing. You sink in further, nose pressing against his navel as you glance up at him. Itâs too lewd, damn near -�� seeing you deepthroat him with such ease. You inhale again, and Wyll flushes at the realization of what youâre doing exactly.Â
You pull off in one go, saliva dripping down your chin and neck as you open your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks and wrapping a free hand around whatever your mouth canât easily reach, you start to set a pace. Itâs fast and slick and messy, pre-cum mixed with saliva making your face grow sticky - taking deep breaths of Wyllâs scent and musk every time you manage to swallow it all. Itâs depraved seeing you suck his cock with such obvious lust and desire, eager to swallow him and show him pleasure.Â
Wyll feels the pleasure. His entire body feels like itâs being wrapped in something slick and warm, little sparks of electricity traveling from his fingertips to his spine. His head feels especially light, filled with fluff and devoid of conscious consideration.Â
âYour mouth feels incredible,â Wyll groans, shuddering, holding your head as you let his cock bottom out in your mouth again âHells,â
You sound pleased, a pleasant reverb going through his body as you set a pace - bobbing your head and swallowing every inch of him without flinching. The sound of your throat constricting around him and your own hands fill the surroundings. Heâs glad youâre so lost in the movements because his own voice is punched out of him each time you go down. He didnât know he was capable of making this much noise, such deep groans and heavy breaths every time you so much as move.
You pull him out completely, letting spit and saliva rub against your mouth as you tap against your face. Wyll feels a restless embarrassment at the pit of his stomach as you make eye-contact with him. He feels his cock twitch hard, something starting to come undone in his gut as he pulls you away.Â
âStop,â He wheezes, and you do with a pleased laugh âShit thatâs dangerous. YouâreâŚtalented.âÂ
You pause before breaking out into more giggles, kissing his cock one last time. Wyll covers his face with his hands.Â
âIs that a compliment?â
â...Itâs meant to be one.âÂ
âGlad youâre impressed,â You say with a wicked little grin - all sharp teeth and delight. âI wanted to go longer.âÂ
âWe have days together. Another time, my love.âÂ
Your smile grows a little. You are bad for his heart in more ways than one, Wyll thinks.Â
âMm. Okay. I canât really wait much longer, anyway. Another wave is gonna hit soon and I feel antsy.âÂ
âGet comfortable and lay down. And, I hate to ask so late - but should I be worryingâŚ? About protection?âÂ
You blink at him as you set up on the ground, moving around pillows for you to lay on. You shake your head. âMm. Should be fine. Getting contraceptives should be easier since weâre closer to the city. Unless you donât want to take that risk?âÂ
Your expression is uncharacteristically innocent. Wyll weighs his desire against reason, a feeling of guilt washing over him at the clear winner. His cock is throbbing to the extent itâs near painful.
(He doesnât hate the thought of giving you a child, either. Though he thinks itâs much too early to say something like that, and heâd prefer to plan something so important. Still, it isnât the worst outcome. Itâd be a precious little thing, half-werewolf and beautiful.Â
He brushes over the thought just as quickly as he has it, a little taken aback by his own desires. Itâs like everything is being bled from him, no thought too precious to strike his mind. Itâs too early to think about, no less mention.
He should marry you before that. The thought of it makes him harder.)Â
âAs I had suspected, Iâm only half the man I consider myself to be.âÂ
âAre you reflecting on your failings?â You tease. Wyll lets out a breath of air.Â
âOn my hypocrisy, if I were to put a name to it. I didnât realize desire could be so debilitating.â Wyll explains, joining you where you lay. You giggle lightly as Wyll positions himself between your legs, leaning in to kiss you shortly. âSeems youâve uncovered something I wasnât aware of.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
Wyll laughs against your lips as he kisses you again. âYou often do.âÂ
He brushes it aside as he pulls back. You lock eyes with him. Wyll is mesmerized. Your features start to round out again, eyes becoming glassy with need in the same familiar way as before. Wyll knows it now. He reaches over to cup your face with his palm, smile breaking his composure as you instinctively rub your cheek against the rough skin. He lets his thumb press against your lips, indulging your desire for affection.Â
âAre you still all there?âÂ
âHf. Yes. Not for long,â You say, urging him down towards you. Once again the proximity between you disappears. This time bare skinned, chest to chest. Wyll can feel the erratic thump of your heart, the unsteady quality in your breathing. You sink back into the same heat drunk place, a slow descent. Your pupils open wide enough for him to lose his senses. âDonât keep me waiting, please.âÂ
âI wouldnât dream of it.âÂ
You fall into a synchronicity this time around. Your legs spread wide, open and wanting. Wyll feels his throat start to close. His stomach flutters restlessly as he pushes his cock through your folds once, then twice - his head thrown back at the feeling of your bare skin. He reminds himself this isnât something to get used to, but the pleasure is easy to indulge in.Â
Itâs worsened by the fact youâre beautiful.Â
Wyll finds you so beautiful itâs ridiculous, even to him. The plush of your lips, the way your lashes fall along as your cheek, the shape of your eyes. All of you, bathed in moonlight and blessed by the higher powers. Youâre a culmination, the very pinnacle of Wyllâs every last mad desire. If everything around him faded to nothing, Wyll would have no clue. No sense, no rational, no righteousness. With nothing but himself to offer you, heâs moonstruck. Hung up on your affection and the feeling of warmth of mutual love.Â
The order is all out of sorts, and everything is complicated. But Gods. Gods. Youâre more beautiful than every dream heâs ever seen you in. Even the magic of his mind couldnât form something so perfect.Â
âYouâre really the most beautiful thing Iâve ever laid eyes on.âÂ
Your eyes widen, blinking rapidly before breaking out into a flush. âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âWhen I was a boy, I often imagined getting married,â Wyll says, drawing little circles along your hip. Your mouth opens, but falls shut as you feel the head of his cock push against you. You shudder as Wyll moves so slowly, with no intent of pushing in. âI had high hopes for love. The magic of fairy tale romance always spoke to me. I was fond of beautiful sights too, to boot.âÂ
Your breath hitches. Wyll feels you start to stretch around the tip of his cock. He swears under his breath, slowing even more. You let out a soft mewl as Wyll breathes through the sensation.Â
âBut you know,â He presses deeper, just slightly. A suggestion of a thrust. Your hand shoots out to grab Wyllâs wrist where heâs gripping you at the waist. His vision strains as he moves slowly, another terrible inch. âYouâve, haah, exceeded my every expectation. There was no need for daydreaming.âÂ
You make a choked sound as Wyll goes even deeper. Your hands grip tight, that same drunken look returning to you. The parts of you that are still there are teary eyed, sniffling. Your cunt pulses around him, sucking him deeper. You feel good, but Wyll is more focused on you. Imprinting you into his memory, like tonight is the last time heâd ever get to see you.Â
âIf I could go back, to any time - I think Iâd go back to being seventeen,â Wyll says with a smile, dropping himself closer to you. He leans up on his arm, noses brushing tenderly as you hiccup âI would tell Wyll from then to be strong. Become a Blade that can defend for the one who will become your shield.âÂ
You look up at him teary and frustrated. Your arms wrap around his neck as you cry, and Wyll laughs a little. Everything is so warm. He loves you.Â
âIf youâre any kinder to me, I donât know whatâll become of me. Ugh, my eyes sting.âÂ
Wyll canât help his smile. âWeâll have to see it through, then.âÂ
âStop being so romantic and fuck me.âÂ
He kisses your hairline. âAs you wish.âÂ
Wyll puts his hands up under your knees, folding you underneath him as he finally bottoms out. You both moan as you feel Wyll fill you up. You kiss him in that position, all desperation - tongue and teeth. Wyll is startled but indulges, a grinding thrust making you mewl into his mouth. He swallows the noise.Â
âFuck me,â You huff, your eyes bleary. âI canâcan feel you in my stomach,âÂ
Wyll groans.Â
You feel incredible. Wyll has to stop moving to steady his mind. He wants to last a little longer than a few seconds if he can help it. Your cunt wraps around his cock like silk. Sticky walls clinging to him like a vice, pulsing with need at the slightest movement. Wyll is connected to you in such an intimate way, it makes him feel visceral. Almost possessive. You hold on like you want to milk him for all heâs worth.
He takes another long breath, steadying himself as he pulls out and slams himself back in. You cry out in response to the first thrust, but you donât ask him to slow down. Wyll focuses on keeping his thrusts weighted and steady, something constant enough that your focus doesnât break. He wants to make you cum again, and he knows better what you need now. He keeps you pinned underneath the weight of him as he finds a pace to move to.Â
Once he finds it, Wyll fucks you without abandon. You hold onto him tight, nose nudged against his neck as you let out the tiniest whimpers heâs ever heard you make. The pleasure debases you completely, makes you all wild. Wyll likes seeing you fall apart with each movement. Every time he pistons the right spot your eyes go wide and flutter back closed as if itâs too much.Â
The two of you make a mess. Wyll can hear his cock pull and push the arousal out of you - each thrust wet. Itâs messy enough to make your skin stick together.Â
âWyll,â You say his name like itâs a prayer of your goddess. Something to save you. Some kind of sacrilege that Wyll feels no guilt for. âI love you, I love you. Fuckâfuck me,âÂ
âYouâre my whole life,â Wyll grunts. âIâll give you everything. Everything, my love.âÂ
âIâm close,â Your voice is hoarse as you say it. âIâm so close, just a littleââÂ
Wyll knows what youâre asking for. His hand sneaks between your bodies, palm resting on your tummy as his thumb messy circles on your puffy clit. You choke on your words, a broken thank you among the mess as Wyll keeps fucking you. Determined to make you cum one more time, he goes and goes and goes.Â
Wyll can feel you cum before you can tell him. You try to announce it, but the words donât come out. He can feel your hesitance, feeling something in you as your teeth graze his necks.Â
âYou can bite me. I can withstand it, loveâ Â
A pained whine is followed by the sharp feeling of your teeth in Wyllâs shoulder, as your voice breaks out into a howl. When you cum, you cum hard. Harder than before like youâre trying to latch onto him, your whole body going rigid before the tension breaks. Your orgasm crashes into you. You gasp as Wyll fucks you through it. He keeps fucking you through it until he feels youâve calmed down.Â
âCum, Wyll. For me, please.âÂ
Itâs enough to drive Wyll to the very edge. His desire reaches an impressive high. His thrusts become shallow, sloppy - the wet sound of him fucking you open finally reaching his ears as he gives into his own needs. Wyll cums hard. He bottoms out as he does, thick white ropes painting your insides as the two of you lay with each other.Â
When Wyll finally catches his breath and starts to go soft, he pulls away to look at you. Youâre frowning at him.Â
âIs somethingââÂ
âBeing sweet to me like that in the middle of that is unfair. Iâm going to hold it against you.âÂ
Wyll pauses before breaking out into a giggle.Â
âI was worried for a minute.âÂ
âI love you.â You add, a little softer time. âThank you for coming to find me.âÂ
âAlways.â Wyll replies, hugging you to him. âI adore you, you know.âÂ
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EPILOGUE:Â
You return to camp together at the end of your tenday.Â
Wyll is covered in all sorts of marks by the time youâve arrived, and so are you. Thereâs not really anything to do to hide that. Or to hide the fact heâs utterly exhausted by the whole thing. Heâs drained, though he thinks he could do it again if he timed it better.Â
It was nice to spend an entire tenday together, though. In between having sex or Wyll meeting your needs - you ate and slept and bathed together. Despite your circumstances the entire situation was domestic - and Wyll enjoyed being with you.Â
You are absolutely chipper and uncaring about the situation. Wyll wishes he could be a little more like you in this case.Â
The first person to see you at camp is Karlach.Â
âWell, look who it is!â Karlach chirps, absolutely delighted. âThe lovebirds are back,âÂ
The whole camp stirs at the announcement. Itâs early enough that everyone is still at camp. Wyll feels his skin prick with heat as you leave his side, prancing over to Karlach to chat with her. Back to your usual self, Wyll feels a specific fondness about having seen a new side of you and remaining so unchanged.Â
âOh, youâve returned?â Astarion says. Wyll looks up, surprised.Â
âAh, uhm, yes.âÂ
Astarion stands next to Wyll with his arms crossed.Â
âHave you finally done it or do I have to endure more of your incessant pining?âÂ
Wyll chokes on his spit.Â
âYouâre losing your touch Astarion,â Shadowheart says, shuffling into camp from behind Wyll with a towel that needs to be dried. âThat one over there is chipper and this one can barely look at them. Shouldnât that tell you all you need to know?âÂ
âTsk. Youâre right. Congratulations are in order, I suppose. Or some celebration. At least I wonât have to see you two eye-fucking each other every day. It was getting dire..âÂ
âI wouldnât be so confident,â Shadowheart says. âHeâs doing it right now even after they spent a tenday wrapped in each other's arms.âÂ
Astarion sighs. âGods. Canât have anything these days.âÂ
Wyll opts not to say anything, handling them with usual grace.Â
âThanks for the congratulations,â Wyll says, staring at you idly. âHope it wasnât too difficult without us.âÂ
âHardly.âÂ
Wyll smiles at that. He watches you as you talk to Karlach animatedly, smiling a little harder. He can take as much teasing as they dish out.Â
He could endure it ten times over, as long as he gets to be with you.Â
➠a/n ; whew⌠we've made it to the end. i wrote this fic in a whopping 12 days. it was a crazy experience especially since i havent written anything i'd personally consider substantial since like.. idk april 2023. i also mostly write for anime so its a little nervewracking specifically writing for bg3. THAT BEING SAID. i love wyll. i started playing the game for him and he has bewitched me mind body and soul. it is rather disheartening to see how much larian dgaf about him so i guess part of me writing this is also trying to convince people to see what i see in wyll. something something that joan didion quote about writing as a form of violence bc of imposing views something something.
wyll is a really moving character to me. i like characters who are categorically so righteous it drives them to the destruction of themselves.
but the specific dichotomy of wyll - a man who has lost every ounce of agency time and time again with this tav was especially consuming. tav too is considered a monster, but they embrace and love this part of themselves. i think witnessing that, and the reframing monstrosity in wylls case is really helpful for him. tav doesnt know what losing their agency is like, but they're able to restructure wylls belief of what this new body of his is worth. that he is worthy all the same, and that he exists outside of being the blade. these sorts of things haunted me during this. but also⌠i just wanted to see wyll bang a desperate heat addled werewolf shorty. lol.
ANYWAYS. sorry for this MASSIVE wall of text. i just really love wyll so much and i hope this iteration of him felt in line with who he is. and if you're not a wyll fan and just a fic consume well⌠i hope i was able to compel you towards him a bit. in any case, thanks for reading! and please do leave a comment if you liked it! all feedback appreciated.
also i dont normally ask but if you could rb this fic if you liked it'd be appreciated </3 im trying to find wyll likers ehdjksjf
#wyll x reader#wyll ravengard x reader#bg3 x reader#wyll smut#bg3 smut#writing tag#cant wait to post this so i may be free from whatever demon possessed me while writing this.
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Caring
by LaWashaWasha
"She couldnât say how long itâd been since she felt like she was caring for something, for someone. Ever since sheâd left Vi weeping on the floor of that vent system, all that sheâd done was violence. Sheâd clung on to her hatred like a lifeline, lest not her grief consume her, like it did her father."
Caitlyn confronts the weight of her grief in the aftermath of the commune battle. Or, Caitlyn washes Vi's hair and * emotes *.
Words: 1487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)
Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Canon Compliant, i did not see caitlyn feeling enough remorse for dumping vi so i wrote it instead, im convinced that cait's love language is acts of service
Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged âCaitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)â
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filing my divorce papers ;p
to the anons bc i do feel like things got out of hand w me and andyâs friendship and we need to address this before other people think itâs okay to just. engage and pile on with the confusion and teasing haha:
me and andy are just friends. weâre not dating, weâre not together, weâre not married. weâre just friends. we literally met through this fandom like two months ago and hit it off really fast and well and intensely. the whole âmarry meâ thing was a joke bc of an ask i sent andy asking if she would be mean to me in person bc sheâs usually teasing me online haha and she said âi would marry you in person.â it got out of hand really quick really fast and im sorry for all the confusion and chaos that ensued
as someone has said and i realized can happen and totally fair to assume: anything btw friends and what you tell anons publicly i feel like is fair game to engage. which is why ima say this:
my inbox, at least for me, is for engagement. itâs for people who donât want to disclose themselves to message me and for my friends/followers to send ask memes or nice things or to get to know me and things they want me to share with my followers and to point out something funny in the tags somewhere (since those are already public haha and i feel like is okay to point out directly) and obv for anything relating to fandom. i treat my mutualsâ ask box in the same way. i understand how it can be treated as something differently and like. i dunno. a way to ask provocative questions or send passive aggressive comments or something like that anonymously but when i see them, and i respond. i respond as if im speaking directly to you. esp to my anons. unless i specify otherwise. i donât expect other people to engage in it and i donât want to police myself so other people can engage in it since its âfair game;â nobody is perfect and everybody has moments where they say something weird or problematic or whatever. i try not to and try to catch myself before it happens but i feel like yall can make up your own minds ab the things that i say and if you donât like something or agree, just move on? or unfollow me if itâs really bad? or dm me privately if itâs something that i need to honestly rethink? i donât claim to know everything and i have my insecurities and flaws lmao pls donât take all my words and interactions as like a word from god or anything. iâm just a 22 year old girl using tumblr as a way to engage in fandom and making friends and being online as an outlet from everything else going on in my life. iâm not perfect and honestly i donât want to be and i donât want or expect yall for me to be. pls think on your own about the stuff that i say publicly and reblog lmfao i donât want to police it fr. (also i get anxious ab the anons sometimes too so when i do respond when i probably shouldnât bc itâs provocative know that itâs prob bc my anxiety is acting up and i donât want people to hate me for not answering adfgsj. im trying to be better on that and setting my boundaries.)
and ab yesterday. come on guys i donât know what prompted the whole fight thing but you and i and everyone else knows that andy can def beat me to a pulp bc i have no arm muscles (to use for violence) fr but you donât have to be mean ab it hhhh i donât scratch or bite anyone even regularly and esp not in a fight omg what đđ
as for the marriage thing. i think weâre âdivorcingâ haha bc it got a bit much. for the both of us and for everyone else. so weâre not married anymore!! weâre just plain old pals now :))
#andy tag#wenz can talk#oh and also like i donât and canât control what other people say publicly about me so sometimes things are said without my permission so.
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hxh theory: is feitan a p3d0phile?
tw's: mentions of l0l1c0n, paraphilia, p3d0philia, sadism and torture because its fucking feitan, cp (debatable if you consider l0l1c0n cp), mentions of problematic hxh ships such as feitan x kalluto and hisoka x gon
just a note: before you come at me with your pitchforks leaving hate in my asks and dms, i am not a fan of l0l1c0n nor am i trying to defend it, this post is a simple theory i have gathered by evidence in the manga, no one is saying that you should believe this theory, it's more of a "do with this information what you will" kind of thing.
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so, you may be reading this title and you're thinking "what the actual fuck?" and you probably believe that i pulled this straight out of the deepest parts of my ass, but what if i told you i had some plausible evidence for this theory?
so, for starters, this thought actually came to me when i was reading a post by a user on here named @/cautionworks (i'm not going to tag them here because i don't know them nor do i want to seem like a bother) who made a post relating to their favorite ships (warning as the post does contain problematic ships such as hisogon and such, not saying in particular im against the ship, im just giving out a warning to anyone who is triggered by minor x adult ships) and there was a ship listed as feitan x kalluto.
in the passage it mentions that they found out that feitan may be into l0l1, which at first thought was a bit strange but once you think about it more, the concept isn't the most absurd for someone like him.
i haven't seen anyone actually talk about feitan possibly being into l0l1c0n, much less being a p3do, probably because of the anti's in the fandom.
so, lets get on with the actual evidence!
in the yorknew city arc, after he was done torturing the owl, he is seen reading a book by an author named trevor brown, and as stated on his hunterpedia page, trevor is a controversial artist who's work involves paraphilia; atypical sexual urges.
according to trevor's wikipedia page, "His work explores paraphilias, such as lolicon, ero guro, BDSM, and other fetish themes. Innocence, violence, misogyny, and Japanese popular culture all collide in Brown's art."
there is also a reddit post relating to this topic as well, and according to said post the topic was popular on tik tok at a certain period in time (not very important but i thought it was kind of interesting since im a tik tok user and content creator kind of)
so, does this make feitan a p3d0phile? i can see why people would think so, and i can also see why people wouldn't.
why i would is simple; trevor brown's art speaks for itself, the usage of fictional little girls in... lets just say, VERY interesting situations would make one assume off rip that feitan may be a p3d0phile, or at least a l0l1con, not to mention, togashi isn't afraid of making a character like this especially since we have hisoka (not saying hisoka is a p3d0, but many do, and im just trying to prove a point and give an example as to why the concept of feitan being a p3d0 isn't something completely out of the ordinary, hxh does get pretty dark after all).
why i wouldn't: i've seen some arguments that feitan may not hold the same views as trevor despite him doing some questionable things, similar to how people may like a certain character or even person in real life but not agree with everything they say or do, not to mention he doesn't seem to act weird or overly charming with kids like hisoka, he certainly isn't afraid to hurt or torture one (gon) but theres no actual implications outside of him reading this book by a controversial artist that he is sexually attracted to them.
but in my personal opinion, unless specified by togashi himself, or given any more details about how he feels about such things i wouldn't go as far as to call feitan a p3d0 just because he's seen reading a book by someone known to create l0l1 art, hell, he might be reading a book that doesn't include anything relating to p3d0philia, since the cover art isn't explicitly shown.
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havin thots. if this makes u uncomfy i understand and u have the freedom to unfollow or block, curate ya own experience i wont be mad
prefacing this by saying i still have my own standards and havent flipped to Supporting certain things, my opinions on the way i view things have just kind of shifted
so theres a convo going on on a post ive reblogged elsewhere abt the morality of portraying certain things in fiction and how it may or may not reflect on the creator irl and it rly made me think abt stuff
ive always been a believer in the idea of fiction 100% affecting reality and that if u write smth nasty theres gotta b a reason for that somehow. but after reading some pieces im kinda thinkin like. idk. i do agree that fiction can affect reality still, i think thats undeniable, and sometimes ppl who write certain things in fiction CAN and ARE actually into those things irl. but now im also of the opinion that not everyone is in that category and some ppl just want to explore things in fiction that they would never ever support or do irl for one reason or another. fiction can affect or reflect reality but in the end fiction is not reality. i think both can be true. just...make sure things are tagged bc a lot of ppl Including Me dont want to see certain shit in their fandom tags.
like idk. i hate certain subjects in fiction like of course pedophilia and underage torture porn and incest and i will never ever support or tolerate those things. but at this point ppl have the right to write about them themselves if it stays in fiction. fiction has always been a place to explore shit without it being done in the real world (even tho again i do know some ppl Do like these things irl. just not everybody). i feel like i would be a hyprocrite if i condemned everyone who writes content like that and then turned around and continued indulging in my own interests like at the very least the violence and murder in dragon ball and the other evil/problematic characters im interested in. ive literally written some brutal murder shit and...well. zamasu and goku black. thats all i rly need to say abt that lol.
that being said the anti/proship shit is still stupid as hell to me. i dont condone attacking ppl and dogpiling and witch hunting for writing nasty shit even if it grosses me out personally, but i also cant stand ppl who make being into fictional gross shit Their Entire Personality and act like theyre doing something by flaunting it. yknow. both extremes are stupid and i wish it would die already
so ya. i most likely wont b making any posts abt that shit in the future, im getting too old to be stressing abt shit like that. if someone squicks me out im going to block. thats it. and if you dont tag your shit im also blocking and then strangling you on top of it. thats all
#hopefully yall understand where im coming from w this#i dont wanna start anything so i really do encourage you block if u disagree. im not abt to argue or debate anything
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2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22 for lotr from the violence ask meme đ
OK i have answered 2 already but lets do this thing fuck yea (thank uuuuuuuuuu!!!!!)
3) screenshot or description of the worst take youâve seen on tumblr
look its not really a "take" but the amount of people who just post variations of "I don't like Boromir, he's the worst" IN THE BOROMIR TAG is genuinely insane to me. like have ur (incorrect) opinion but keep it out of the tag worstie
7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
uhhhh no one thank the gods. ive always disliked Denethor Because of canon. but i will say stumbling across the file index of an old LotR fansite + clicking on files w/ no preview only to find graphics thirsting over Denethor did cause massive psychic damage lmao
8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
idk đ i dont interact w/ the broader fandom really. i do find the way ppl reduce Pippin to Just a joke character in fanon insufferable tho
9) worst part of canon
BOOK!FARAMIR + HIS MIDDLEMEN SHTICK MY WORSTIE.
also ngl i do find the Aragorn/Arwen romance....... Weird. like I'm far from averse to "love at first sight" so long as it comes with the recognition that it's really more infatuation + true love takes work. and there's the fact Aragorn fell head over heels for an image of LĂşthien, and Arwen's heart did not turn towards him until Galadriel dressed him up in elven finery. not to mention she was "not yet weary of her days" when Aragorn dies + has to die "whether I will or I nill" like she. wastes away? slowly alone in LothlĂłrien.
like idk [Aragorn kinnie voice] that's my sister, man but all that aside I do think.. Arwen deserved better? I like that the movies made her more active + I do wish she'd actually been there at Helm's Deep bc it would've been fun to see her and Ăowyn bond but yeah. the vibes were off with that whole situation imho
12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
huh. does ThĂŠodred count? i feel like he's kind of a blank slate so fandom can just kinda run wild with him but i do genuinely enjoy writing him + find that there are solid implications for at least a friendship between him + Boromir (if not more). i mean, Boromir got a Rohirric shield from someone
14) that one thing you see in fics all the time
ok th implication here bein its sth that bothers me which thankfully i pretty much only read Aramir or Faramir/Ăomer fics soooo theres not much??
i think the only things that RLLY get to me + they aren't THAT popular trope-wise (or ive been rlly good at avoiding them lmao) are fics that 1) make Boromir overly aggressive or 2) completely woobify Faramir
+ tbh the Faramir one bothers me more actually. that is a grown ass man and captain of the rangers of Ithilien.....................
18) itâs absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping onâŚ
HRM. again idk :3 <- blissfully not interacting w the broader fandom + only interacting w/ ppl w correct takes on Boromir + Rohan
(tentatively i need to start following more ppl i see some of yall in my notes + i shld follow. sorry im like a nervous dog u need to coax out from under the porch lol)
20) part of canon you found tedious or boring
side-eyeing my copies of the Histories. i need to finish those. eventually.............
22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
ignores?????? nothing i think (thankfully lmao) but i will say there is SO much detail in the films that it makes me INSANE. ik we literally just talked abt this in DMs lmao but i could sit n talk abt LotR costuming for fucking HOURS the films were SO stunning and the clothing alone reveals sooooooo much abt the characters i think its a super underrated vehicle for character analysis :3
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trying to get my thots in order about arcane more, after looking thru subreddits and some tumblr tags. i feel like alot of people in the fandom more or less seem to be feeling a similar sentiment, which was that anything past s2 act 1 COMPLETELY fumbled the ball on the political intrigue they built up from season one. i feel like a lot of it is attached to jayce and caitlyn, tbh - caitlyn moreso. i cant believe im saying this, but im so bummed the show did exactly what i feared - which was glossing over her descent into villainy and political corruption. it's also tied into how enforcers are presented in the show, because oh my GODDDD i was yelling at how the zaunites had to suddenly pretend like they were chill and cool w/enforcers to fight the "common threat" (a trope im sooo tired of when it comes to stories trying to explore prejudice and class warfare), despite all the state violence that was committed against them in season one, BY ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS NO LESS -
#in this essay i will#something something. it's just. all shades of disappointing to a theme that THE SHOW ITSELF SET UP#arcane#arcane s2#caitlyn kiramman#red rambles#if people are interested in reading more#just say the word#still trying to get my thots in order
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THIS BLOG HAS MOVED TO @lcftyambiticons-archive !! moving back to this blog!
â â đ°nd. &. private 25+ đđđđđđ'đ đđđđ roleplay blog for âORROAKAN ; self-appointed MASTER OF RAMAZITH'S TOWER &. ARCHMAGE of Baldur's Gate. TRIGGER WARNING for dark / adult content. SECONDARY MUSE: Rolan ( on request only! ) RULES AND ABOUT UNDER THE CUT.
MEMES | HEADCANONS | GALLERY | VERSES
STORIES: âď¸ âłEMORIES.
RULES.
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25+ ONLY. This blog is written by an adult for other adults, so please act accordingly.
I'm careful about how I curate my online space. The block button and I are besties. Muns who engange in OOC drama, OOC bigotry and LGBTQA+ phobia of any kind, callout posts, OOC political discourse will be blocked on sight. I also tend to steer clear of writers who have lots of DNIs or triggers.
This blog is anti-censorship. Fiction =/= reality. If you don't like someone's content, block them. Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. What's NOT okay is trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs (go touch some grass).
Triggers you may encounter on this blog: violence, murder, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, cults, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes. Triggers won't always be tagged. If you're triggered by any of these, this blog isn't for you. I love angst and exploring dark content!! If you have any triggers, let me know.
Communication is key! <3 Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite!!
INTERACTION
This is a private blog simply because I can't spread myself too thin. I'm particularly selective when it comes to mumu-blogs featuring muses from fandoms outside the DnD / BG3 verse. If I follow you, I have read your rules and want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.
Personals are welcome to follow, but no touchy my RP stuff.
If you're a RP blog, I'd love it if you follow with the intention of interacting. Also, if you followed me first, I'd appreciate it if you reached out first to start things off â I'll do my best to do the same! I feel like this approach makes it easier to get interactions going.
If we're not mutuals: You're welcome to send headcanon and plot-idea asks! If I can take on another thread, I'll let you know. <3
Formatting: For accessibility reasons, I won't follow if you use spaced out words and punctuation, all caps or all lowercase (for entire paragraphs).
MEMES. YES! If you want to continue a meme, go right ahead!
Plotting: Hmu with a plot idea anytime! I'm not a fan of plotting out every detail, but Lorroakan is a particularly uncooperative muse. Having a general idea of where we want this to go really helps to keep the ball rolling, even if we end up going in a different direction!
SHIPPING / RELATIONSHIPS
This blog is multiship, male lean. Fair warning; Lorroakan isn't particularly interested in romance or sex, and he's a prick. I'm open to shipping, BUT ships will most likely be toxic / one-sided, particularly with Rolan (with the potential to develop into something wholesome over time!), and slow burn. By slow I mean glacial. In most cases, at least.
I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.
Pre-established relationships: Yes. While first meeting or "they have been business partners" threads can be fun, they often take a while to get juicy, or they end up fizzling out. What if your muse was Lorroakan's childhood bestie? Another (former?) apprentice? A fellow scholar of the arcane he used to work with? An ex?
MUN NOTES
Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of Lorroakan's bs IRL. While I will absolutely respect your boundaries OOC (if you talk to me beforehand about them, pretty please with a cherry on top), I won't water him down.
I have the memory of a soggy pickle. If you don't want me to interact with you, hard-block.
Activity: Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.
Discord is available for moots I interact with frequently.
They / Them, hatched 1995, dog parent, hyperfixating on problematic villains, D&D player.
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GENERAL Lorroakan is in his mid-late 30s, fairly young considering his achievements (mostly obtained through deceitful methods).
He presents himself as the great archmage of Baldur's Gate, but while he is a compentent wizard and keen enchanter, he is nowhere near as powerful as he claims to be.
Lorroakan laid claim to Ramazith Tower after its previous owner mysteriously disappearend, and he refuses to share the knowledge it holds (at least for free).
He is originally from Athkatla, one of the wealthiest cities in Faerun, but he grew up in the shadows of its splendor. His family (mother, father, two sisters, four brothers) could barely make ends meet, but Lorroakan has always been ambitious and harbored dreams of one day being just as wealthy and powerful as the elite of the Gem District. The practice or use of arcane magic is explicitly illegal within the city of Athkatla, but that didn't stop him; he practiced in secret whenever he could get his hands on a spellbook.
PERSONALITY IN A NUTSHELL . . . as interpreted by the mun ; Ambitious, diligent, intelligent, clever, creative ; selfish, arrogant, manipulative, power-hungry, petty, vain.
He has a superiority complex ; he is vain, has an overly high opinion of himself, makes boastful claims that aren't backed up by reality, has a habit of putting down those who outshine him.
(The way I see it) Lorroakan isn't a straight up villain. However, his ambitions and narcissistic nature drive him to commit morally questionable, and at times, outright despicable acts.
CHARACTER STUDIES / RELEVANT HEADCANONS: bad money habits more about his past & why he is how he is
Shippy HCs CONs of being his lover PROs of being his lover NSFW headcanons
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IM SORRY THIS ISNT MEANT TO BE AGGRESSIVE i have not been on this part of the internet in a long time so things might have changed but.... last i heard the proship label encompassed things (in fiction) like inc/st, abusive relationships, p/do shit, etc... is that still correct? idk if thats what you were talking about in your tags because i do not know Anything about minecraft youtubers but usually when people put proship in their dni theyre denouncing that stuff. just wanted to clarify im understanding your complaints, no harm intended!
No problem!! it can be confusing lol, nothing wrong with being unsure. All-in-all, you're kinda close with that idea, but still not on target. explanations of proship vs anti, the d/mp fandom's take on it, and my thoughts on it all under the cut:
So proship as a philosophy is about wether or not things like that (in fiction) translate to real life, which is why it's connected to censorship like i mentioned in the post- if you believe that watching or reading something problematic will make more problematic things happen, that someone reading a book with a child/adult relationship makes them more likely to (or is on it's own already the same as) a person pursuing that in real life, that makes you an anti; and it also gives you a big reason to push for works like that being taken down or removed, and for people who make or read that stuff to be put in real prisons or face other real life consequences for fictional acts- because the idea is that, to an anti, these things bleed into each other.
being proship isn't equivalent to enjoying dark fiction like that, but it IS equivalent to believing that, similar to fictional violence, fictional crimes or acts of any kind can be created and consumed by artists and audiences without people actually condoning it IRL. a proshipper would say that if someone plays a video game where they murder someone, and then does it IRL, thats on the PERSON, not the media- and they hold the same position for fictional portrayals of incest, abusive relationships, and pedophilic relationships. the name comes from being pro- as in for- ships, and other content, as a whole; without it having to meet IRL moral criteria.
dark fiction freaks me out personally; the biggest ick (and actually a trigger for me) being incest; It bothers me and i stay away from it. but I don't think that people who read or make it are going to condone it IRL directly because of that media, and I believe that if they WERE to do something bad like abusing someone, it'd be an unrelated/seperate issue: an independent choice that only they are responsible for, not anything they made or watched or read.
That makes me fall under proship, even though I don't like any problematic (as in incest, abuse, adult/minor) ships. Personally, I literally follow people who like things that bother me in that way: i just block the tags so when they post something i really don't wanna see, tumblr tells me, hey, this post has this thing in it so we've spoilered it. If someone likes shipping their silly little blorbos and those silly little blorbos are kinda fucked up in a way that makes their brain go brrr, that's totally chill with me as long as they aren't hurting anyone- which, because i don't think fiction equates to reality, I believe they aren't when they're playing with their blorbos. (and since i'm pro-rpf, it's worth mentioning i feel the same about that. rpf is still FICTION, at the end of the day. you don't actually expect those people to do the things you write or draw. it's still removed from reality. that's personal preference though, many proshippers would disagree.)
So basically proship or Anti is a label that represents your philosophy on how human thoughts and behavior link to fiction. anti means you believe that consuming something fictional is equivalent to doing it in real life, or at least will make you do it IRL later, while proship means you believe that consuming something fictional is unrelated to doing it IRL, and you can enjoy something fictionally without actually enjoying it or condoning it when it's real people.
you will, of course, see more people who enjoy dark fiction under proship, and that's because they themselves consume it- so of course they're going to say it's not the same as doing it IRL. You will also, of course, see more people who don't like dark fiction at all under anti, because when you're disgusted by something like that then that reaction can be taken as "evidence" that it's morally bad. (personally, disgust-based morality doesn't hold up as a concept for me- it's a big reason why bigots believe the things they do, so using the same logic path makes me uncomfortable, but it is still common for people to use it as a way to measure wether something is okay or not.)
so, the part about silly block game.
there's lots of censoring in this part to avoid harassment, so bear with me.
In the early days of the d/mp, people decided that creating romantic content around the b-nchtr-o (Tmmy, tvbb0, and rnb00, who were all around 16 at the time) was inherently problematic. I'm not sure why, exactly, but the idea became that a fan crushing on one of them (at the exact same age!!!) or shipping them with each other, even as characters, was equivalent to being a real life child predator. again, even if the person doing it was ALSO a minor.
because it was seen as inherently problematic, behaviors like those were lumped in with other things problematic- shipping characters on the smp who had fought or killed each other, shipping characters who were related or were minor/adult, etc. there was no distinction; i was there!! it was all problematic, and all of it was seen as evidence that you were a real life predator of some kind regardless of age or disclaimers put under your content.
the label that developed for this group of "problematic content" enjoyers within the fandom became "poppytwt" or "ppytwt". (twt being there because it was mainly localized around twitter). as i explained above, because it could be because of dark fiction OR be//htr/o content, poppytwt content and ships doesn't even require it being dark fiction necessarily, nor does it require it being b//chtr/o; just one or the other, although usually the assumption is that it's both, since that combines the two reasons for being under that label. some people also call any proshippers in the fandom poppy even if they don't engage in anything problematic in-fandom, but that's generally the antis and not people themselves. if someone self describes as poppy, it's for the two main reasons above.
Additionally, the d/mp fandom has this concept of "maintagging". what this means is that if you make problematic content, you are NOT ALLOWED to tag it under the fandoms or characters it's about, because people don't want to see it in their results. ao3 has a tag filtering feature for this exact purpose, but people generally disregaurd that; you're still not supposed to tag it on the "main" tags, and doing so is seen almost like "asking for" harassment, like how some people talk about wearing crop tops alone at night.
Tntd/o managed to cross over, actually, from poppy to main/normalized in the fandom as the creators leaned into it with their characters. but for awhile even that was considered poppy.
different members of ppytwt have different opinions on RPF, but RPF was also considered poppy on it's own sometimes depending on who you were talking to and how militant they were on what got a pass and what didn't.
as be/chtr/o aged....it didn't stop?? all of them hit 18, but still, to this day, you can be cancelled for shipping them with each other or ANYONE else. it's why i'm so damn scared of the d/mp fandom, if i tagged a fic about my source with his character tag, with ANYTHING other than platonic relationships for him/me, I run the risk of being sent threats or doxxed- don't get me wrong, many antis keep to themselves, but there are also those who try to play vigilante- remember, if something fictional is equivalent to IRL, then attacking someone for enjoying a "bad" fictional thing becomes a charitable, heroic act; so sometimes antis might pursue proshippers with the goal of keeping people "safe". Many people in related fandoms or under the same creators also adopted the same ideals handed down from the d/mp fandom, so i'm wary of people who just watch my source too, or of people who like the q/mp.
people joke about the old fandom going crazy if they say tvbb0 and tmmy today, and that's because they would. they'd be furious at tmmy for doing this bit and putting himself in danger, they'd be cancelling anyone who ran with the bit in chat or had a photo of them hugging or kissing like in the music video as a profile picture, it'd be a whole mess. even today though it's still...scary.
((paused there to take a strawberry milk break, im back now))
the somewhat exception to this rule is Rnb00- people literally thirst for them and make nsfw comments openly, so while im not sure about the shipping aspect, i do know simping is widely okay- you couldn't even say you wanted to kiss them before, but now people are saying wayyy more than that...
inversely, i feel like my source has it the worst, because people won't even talk about him- or anything related to him- as an adult. it's always child this and child that, "who let him drink" and "get the alcohol away from the baby!", and of couse "don't ship him or his character with anyone that makes you a pedophile!!!" while the grown ass man they're talking about outright says he's alright with sfw fanfiction in a video where he reacts to someone's x-reader and then makes flirty nsfw jokes with every other adult man in the vicinity. every fanfic is platonic and almost all of them both irl and in game write him as sixteen. they take place in the past or, more commonly, they just straight up age him down. hell, sometimes they even age him down to like eight. even in fics where he IS an adult, he gets called a child or a teenager but never an adult.
poppytwt, like the stigma against writing for the creators or their characters, lives on. and even outside of benchtrio, again, ships between other characters that are problematic are poppytwt, so that also is still clinging on for dear life in some corners of the web. most poppytwt posts that are tagged as such usually include b//chtr/o, but not all of them; and it's worth noting many creators avoid tagging at all even if it's just the poppytwt tag, because they don't want to get swarmed.
because I ship myself with my husband of course, and also make fictional content with our sources as an extension of that (think dungeons and dragons but the character is just you...or, actually, SMPs are a great example of this since the appearance/name is generally the same, so think like an SMP!!!!!) I am poppytwt. I will always be poppytwt to most people who don't like poppytwt. and I have friends who are poppytwt and I like art made by people under poppytwt. I don't need to ship incest to be a part of that, i just need to not think the people who do aren't doing anything harmful when they ship that, and to write/draw....well, anything about septicinnit, which i do all the time.
if someone has poppytwt dni in their bio, i can't interact. if someone has proship dni in their bio, i can't interact. it doesn't matter if what they really mean is "people who like abusive ships because that triggers me", I still can't interact.
Because i think we SHOULD be tagging our content exactly so that we can filter it and find what we personally enjoy (and avoid what we dont), the concept of a DNI is technically something i'm kinda for- it is a way of monitoring and controlling your experience- but it also can be used as an excuse to harass people who forgot to read it, and i have no way of knowing if that's the case in advance.
ADITTIONALLY, because I know and care about people who consume dark fiction, I also don't want to be around people who think that makes them a bad person, regaurdless of wether or not they think i can stay. and "proship dni" is about proship, that fiction isn't reality philosophy- they are saying right out of the gate that they think it DOES make them a bad person. and I don't agree with that. it frustrates me and it makes me upset. those DNIs are based in a place of disgust and hatred for the people I care about, because of content that isn't real, and i'm never going to feel super okay with that...
there's people who don't understand what it means and use it anyway when it's really just about the content; but again, how am i supposed to know which is which?? ESPECIALLY on twitter, the anti philosophy is extremely popular and relevant and yes, trendy. people believe it, HARD, and so i can't assume they don't when they say they do. I've met real flesh and blood people in person who think that way, so if you are using these words, i'm assuming you know what they mean- that way I don't run the risk of making an actual anti upset and violating their boundaries.
you don't have to agree with me on this- if you're anti, then that's your worldview and i'm not going to change that. but that's what those words mean, the history of the block game side of things, and how they're correlated to censorship.
To Summarize:
Anti : Fiction Equals Reality so Fictional Crimes are Real Crimes (ergo we should censor them to stop the crimes)
Proship: Fiction does NOT Equal Reality so Fictional Crimes are Harmless (on their own)
Anti-Anti: Not sure if Fictional Crimes are Harmless, but Don't Like that Antis think Proshippers are The Exact Same Level as IRL Criminals
Poppytwt/ppytwt: Problematic silly block game stuff, OR things that have to do with these three specific block people being hot/dating someone. Sometimes both.
#i made a textpost#proship please interact#proship#explaining some stuffs about words#of course another part of this is wether or not it should even be about criminality versus just the abuse itself-#-abuse is bad because it's abusive not because it's illegal-#-but that's a discussion for another day.#i already spent an hour and a half typing and re-reading this for editing/censoring#discourse#discource#discourse tw#discource cw#discourse cw#discource tw
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25+ ONLY. This blog is written by an adult for other adults, so please act accordingly.
I'm careful about how I curate my online space. The block button and I are besties. Muns who engange in OOC drama, OOC bigotry and LGBTQA+ phobia of any kind, callout posts, OOC political discourse will be blocked on sight. I also tend to steer clear of writers who have lots of DNIs or triggers.
This blog is anti-censorship. Fiction =/= reality. If you don't like someone's content, block them. Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. What's NOT okay is trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs (go touch some grass).
Triggers you may encounter on this blog: violence, murder, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, cults, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes. Triggers won't always be tagged. If you're triggered by any of these, this blog isn't for you. I love angst and exploring dark content!! If you have any triggers, let me know.
Communication is key! <3 Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite!!
INTERACTION
This is a private blog simply because I can't spread myself too thin. I'm particularly selective when it comes to mumu-blogs featuring muses from fandoms outside the DnD / BG3 verse. If I follow you, I have read your rules and want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.
Personals are welcome to follow, but no touchy my RP stuff.
If you're a RP blog, I'd love it if you follow with the intention of interacting. Also, if you followed me first, I'd appreciate it if you reached out first to start things off â I'll do my best to do the same! I feel like this approach makes it easier to get interactions going.
If we're not mutuals: You're welcome to send headcanon and plot-idea asks! If I can take on another thread, I'll let you know. <3
Formatting: For accessibility reasons, I won't follow if you use spaced out words and punctuation, all caps or all lowercase (for entire paragraphs).
MEMES. YES! If you want to continue a meme, go right ahead!
Plotting: Hmu with a plot idea anytime! I'm not a fan of plotting out every detail, but Lorroakan is a particularly uncooperative muse. Having a general idea of where we want this to go really helps to keep the ball rolling, even if we end up going in a different direction!
SHIPPING / RELATIONSHIPS
This blog is multiship, male lean. Fair warning; Lorroakan isn't particularly interested in romance or sex, and he's a prick. I'm open to shipping, BUT ships will most likely be toxic / one-sided, particularly with Rolan (with the potential to develop into something wholesome over time!), and slow burn. By slow I mean glacial. In most cases, at least.
I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.
Pre-established relationships: Yes. While first meeting or "they have been business partners" threads can be fun, they often take a while to get juicy, or they end up fizzling out. What if your muse was Lorroakan's childhood bestie? Another (former?) apprentice? A fellow scholar of the arcane he used to work with? An ex?
MUN NOTES
Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of Lorroakan's bs IRL. While I will absolutely respect your boundaries OOC (if you talk to me beforehand about them, pretty please with a cherry on top), I won't water him down.
I have the memory of a soggy pickle. If you don't want me to interact with you, hard-block.
Activity: Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.
Discord is available for moots I interact with frequently.
They / Them, hatched 1995, dog parent, hyperfixating on problematic villains, D&D player.
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Tim - Travle
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uvAi4k0 by Thefrogcouncilsitsinjudgment bruce has just died. like you know how all other major characters "die". Tim knows he obviously isn't dead. to bad that his family sucks at grief management. the time travel is inspired by interstellar - if you want to watch the movie than watch Neil explain the 3 dimensions firstly. thats a game changer with not so many options left of, ignore Bruces probably not dead status or safe the idiot by teaming up with rather questionable co-workers he takes the secret third option. time travel. as one does. traveling back its only natural to go back before Jason dies. well he miscalculated and Jason is already six feet under; and sadly not already zombified but still getting eaten by fungi. so what now? stranded in way back Tim runs through Gotham, helps bruce with his problematic bachelor life and gets his family some peace and quite that they deserve. choosing the name of "cardinal" acting as the family's personal guardian angle from the shadows of Gothams helping hands. Words: 6849, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Tim Drake's Parents, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake (DCU), Janet Drake & Tim Drake Additional Tags: the women of the batfamily get mentioned but I dont know them to well, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Baby Tim Drake, minor character death both canonical and not canonical, im not to familiar with all of the canon so "canon divergencies", Hurt/Comfort, Tim drake is loyal af, is it homicide if you kill your alternative self?, unternet suit-inspired, authors native language isn't English-deal with it, bruce Waynes copying mechanisms suck, nobody in this family is mentally well, but they are trying, Character Study, so no complaints because something isn't right, Gotham is alive in a phantom way, soul companions (animal shape your soul can turn into because I like the concept), Tim Drake is Bad at Feelings, Unreliable Narrator Tim Drake, its probably gonna turn out okay in the end (its 50 / 50), I wrote this while procrastinating dont expect to much, I also wrote this for my self y'all only got invites to enjoy the show alongside read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uvAi4k0
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To the victors go the spoils
by emzzy123
Sighs....im sad abut how MHA is ending so i made a whole AU where the LOV won and now their trying to rule Japan. (among other things)
Words: 1695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: ĺăŽăăźăăźă˘ăŤăă㢠| Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi
Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Eri (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi
Relationships: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako
Additional Tags: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Bad at Feelings, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing (My Hero Academia), Hero Public Safety Commission's Bad Parenting (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Politics, Dead Sensei | All For One, Sensei | All For One Being an Asshole, Takami Keigo | Hawks is Whipped, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Tokoyami Fumikage Acts Like a Bird, She/Her Pronouns for Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), There's A Tag For That, Dark Shadow and Tokoyami Fumikage are Siblings, Sweet Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Has All for One Quirk, Tokoyami Fumikage is a Good Friend, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine (My Hero Academia), Hikiishi Kenji | Magne Lives, well she's ressurected but same diff, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice Lives, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice is a Good Friend, Villain Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Mentioned Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, i might add more tags later we'll see
source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57259342
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1, 2 (you know who this is about), 3, 6, 7, 8, 16, 19, 23, 25 for the voiolence ask game :333
17 (Strinker), 23, 24 (Vox), and 25 (Stolas) for the other fandom ask game :333
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violence ask game og post here!
1. the character everyone gets wrong i suffer from a disease called "im the only one with correct opinions about every character ever" so i kind of feel this way about everyone all the time HJKLSDFHJKL.......but maybe its just bc im so Him For Real, but i feel it a lot with blitzo????? i feel like hes the character where i see the most takes about him that i fundamentally disagree with. it doesnt help that his character writing is so shitty tho.
2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom I DO KNOW EXACTLY WHO ITS ABOUT. BLITZO. sjhkdfhjksdf kind of ties into the thing i said above and not EXACLTY what the question is asking but. that man is a SUB. i am being so so serious when i say that everyone who thinks he is/writes him as a dom and/or top doesnt understand him as a character. its partially bc stolitz's writing is so godawful, but like. its not even. subtext??? that this man is a sub/bottom??? its just text. its so obvious that they basically say it. YES he ACTS like a dom thats the FUCKING POINT. HES LYING. hes putting on an act and YOU ALL FELL FOR IT. this man is not emotionally vulnerable enough to let himself indulge in the side of kink/sex that he wants, so he never does. especially since stolas only wants him when hes acting like a top/dom. blitz rolls his eyes and drags his feet in sex because hes not getting anything out of it. again it doesnt help that he doesnt LIKE stolas but he would LIKE HIM MORE if they were on the same page in bed. AND LIKE??? the reason i say its not even subtext is because this is a preference blitz obviously has since SEASON ONE (see: STRIKER), but as stolitz develops romantically in canon, we can see stolas indulging him more. the only time blitz has EVER been aroused on screen is when stolas (and striker) is taking control. the one other time you could argue is at the end of truth seekers where AGAIN they practically STATE that hes not by showing that blitz is only acting this way in the bedroom for stolas. hsjkdfhjksdf if i keep talking about this im gonna start foaming at the mouth I HAVE TO MOVE ON
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr LMAO SJKDFLHJKSDFL there are too many. some of my (least) favorites include takes such as "stolas is introduced as a good father", "blitzker is more toxic than stolitz", and "husk is in the wrong during loser, baby". you are all so fucking stupid. i hope you get well soon
6. which ship fans are the most annoying? RADIOAPPLE. they are SO FUCKING ANNOYING. I HATE THEM. its one thing to have the worst shipping take ever but then theyre always the loudest and most un-based motherfuckers in the world. nothing quite makes me seethe with rage the way seeing that fuckass ship appear in EVERY TAG does. go on try it. look in any hellaverse tag right now and scroll 3 times. i guarantee radioapple will come up. i know because i HAVE THE TAG BLOCKED.
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them? alastor :( i mean i knew it was coming. i LOVE LOVE LOVE our rewrite/""yarnsnake"" alastor so much but canon and ESPECIALLY fanon alastor is so fucking boring. they took out any intimidation from his character at all and made him just another guy who swears every 3 seconds and that only exists to be o.p and give cringey quips. and the fandom LOVES that for some reason?? as if the SHOW hasnt toned him down enough, all the fans either turn him into this weirdly sexualized dom character or this cutesy villain with a secret soft side and UUGHHHHJKSDFHJK SHUT THE FUCK UP. he would not fucking say that!!!!!!!!!
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about OOOHHH this is a good one. umm......kind of ties into the above answer, but i genuinely keep seeing people saying that they think alastor is gonna get a redemption arc/saying that he has a secret "good" side and loves the people at the hotel. yall. youre being manipulated HJKLSDFHJKLHJK. i see a lot of "lute was in love with adam" and vise versa too which. idk. its fine. im sure itll probably be canon. but im too obsessed with them being close friends with benefits that play cod together and otherwise have no attachments LMAOSHDJKFLHSDJKL. there are for sure more but im blanking, might revisit this later
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) ANOTHER REALLY GOOD ONE. stolitz instantly came to mind HJKSDLFHJKL just the whole ship. specifically the arc in the show. also huskerdust? not the ship itself but the characterization. its the same flavor of evil that stolitz is just without the power imbalance. vivzie wants sexual assault in all of her leading ships soooo badddd. i hate the fandom take (loosely based on canon) of husk being ""into it"" the whole time angel was harassing him. makes me fuckin GAG.
19. youre mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like... STOLITZ BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. omg critics usually HATTTTEEEE this shit!!!!!! and i totally see where theyre coming from. ""the circus"" was OBVIOUSLY just meant to humanize stolas/shift the ""blame"" onto blitz instead by making it seem like he initiated it/made stolas think he wanted this (which doesnt make it right but wtever). and the childhood friends (if you can even call them friends) IS so nothing......but im such a sucker for this trope. i actually think its really cute. IDKKKK i think it ties into how i genuinely think that stolitz couldve been good if they had lead with this. since he started off as a villain and had a very rocky transition into being """not a villain""" despite still being horrifically evil, the show is stuck in this weird place of trying to TELL us that stolas is good and worthy of redemption while SHOWING us that hes not. if he was a villain at the start, they shouldve stuck to their guns and kept him that way. if they wanted him and blitz to have a romance, then they shoudlnt have fucking started the show like this. its too late to go back and fix it and the circus is a very clear showing of them trying and failing to do so.....AND YET. i still think its sweet. it makes me yearn for a show where they remeet as adults and start reforming a FRIENDSHIP instead of a weird sex deal. it wouldve actually been cute and compelling to see them observe how the world has hardened and changed the other and finding out that they still love each other despite it. how they both were so deply hurt by the circumstances and yet still managed to grow in a way that left room for the other. AUGHHHHHH. << ripping my hair out
23. ship that youve unwillingly come around to sighhh. stolitz and huskerdust. <///////3 but ONLY our very specific rewrites of them. also honeymoon??? i was really NOT convinced about them at first just cause i didnt like bee but idk, ive changed my tune a little <3333 honestly ive kinda willingly come around for everyship JSDJHKF like chaggie/fallenstar??? CUTE. exceedingly boring in canon but cute.
25. common fandom complaint that youre sick of hearing i guess i dont really get that sick of fandom complaints......at least i cant think of many off the top of my head......this kind of goes for all fandoms but im very sick of hearing "UGH can everyone stop saying (insane take) đ" and the take is just something that no one has ever said. like one person has a sort of lukewarm opinion and 300+ people have to make a post bitching about it like its a real problem that exists. it doesnt. calm down.
fandom ask game og post here!
17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [Striker] would like? OOOHHHHH...........damn this is hard......i cant get into his head as easily as you (presumably) can.......shkdjfhjksdf he kinda strikes me as someone who would be a little snobby about literature tbh. he likes the classics <333 maybe especially classic horror <333 phantom of the opera came to mind which i think is fitting cause weve also established hes a musical theater guy <33333
23. Has your favorite character/ship changed over time? OH yea. i remember back in the Early Hazbin Days my fave was angel dust and my favorite ship was radiodust. i was thirteen so im gonna give myself a little slack here but i still shudder when i think about it JHKHSFJKHJK. now my fave hazbin character is probably vox or rosie <3 and my favorite ship is polyvees!!!! they are so evil polycule. to me. as for helluva, back in the day when i genuinely like the show it was only just starting out. i think my favorite character was robofizz? which is so funny now that ive got a user based on him JHKSDFHJKHJKSDF he is so nothing now </////3 i DID like stolitz but TO BE FAIR. that was in its crackship era. like when we were all like "imagine if they started getting serious about this LOL wouldnt that be hilarious". (it was not hilarious). now my favorite character is STRIKER by a MILEEEE. and my fave ship is blitzker/rewritten stolitz!! <333
24. What's your favorite thing about [Vox]? well. he gets Christian Borle points. we only hatewatched this show in the first place for His Voice. but i do also just really like his general little mannerisms :3 i like how he glitches when he gets flustered/overwhelmed, and how his smile raises and falls depending on who hes with/around. i actually think his body language is really interesting and fun to analyze!!! manipulative little shit. i hope he overheats and explodes
25. What's your least favourite thing [Stolas] said or did? where do i fucking start. there are so many things about this fucker i cant stand. the one that always comes to mind is the interaction at the beginning of LooLooLand. TWO things he says are SO YUCKY GROSS SLIMEY. these lines:
i hate that blitz had to ask. it makes me feel so gross. i know this was still stolas' villain era but it genuinely icks me out SO MUCH seeing how MISERABLE blitz is early on in their relationship. he is so desperate for this job that he would put up with being sexually assaulted/humiliated in public. im so sorry blitzy, one day soon youll find a cowboy who treats you right :///// the other one (from the same scene) that i HATTTEEE is this interaction with via he has right before
Stolas: I'll pay you.~
Blitzo: ...Pay me what?
Stolas: Money.~
WHY. WOULD YOU SAY THAT. TO YOUR UNDERAGE DAUGHTER. and hes so confused when she doesnt like him?? :/// this isnt even mentioning that he openly, sexually flirts with blitz in front of her both on the phone immediately afterwards and all day at the park. i think he should die for real actually. a few honorable mentions include the infamous murder family phone call, assaulting his imp butler, neglecting his daughter, and (intentionally or not) implying that he only wants blitz for sex post-ozzies.
Stolas: They want our money and our bodies.
Octavia: Our money, maybe...
Stolas: Speak for yourself, princess.
THAT TOOK SO LONG IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN READING ALL THESE THANKS FOR ASKINGGG :DDDDDDDDD MWMEMWEMWMEWMWEM <33333
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HIII SKITTY idk if you want this to be abt pokemon or rainworld, but youve said you like seeing my incomprehensible nonsense sooooooo! im going for rainworld cus choosing violence on pokemon opinions Scares Me (i still might do it if someone asks but ough. Scary)
7.) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
hmm... cant think of one honestly! i can say there's a lotta interpretations im not fond of for characters like five pebbles, seven red suns, sliver of straw or some of the slugcats but Honestly. im a big boy. ive been a rw fan for a long time, ive been in fandoms longer than i should have, im long past letting fandoms ruin characters for me. fuck it we chill
25.) common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
im sick of hearing older fans complain about downpour actually. like... i know the influx of new fans is overwhelming, i know some things about the lore arent the best for some people! but its so exhausting to see people act gatekeepy about a game because of other older fans who made a fanproject (which was originally going to be FREE, people made this for FREE until videocult brought it in-house) which was a love-letter to this game. im sick of them treating it like some mod when it has been referred to as an official alternative canon.
maybe you enjoyed the days when the rain world tag was flooded with unrelated aesthetic posts and other fans were impossible to find, maybe you enjoyed the days where the only fandom was either the main world server, the subreddit, or your group of friends who all got into it at the same time, but buddy, i cannot understand being angry about your experience no longer being limited to those options.
i know the community might have been more tightly-knit to you when barely anyone knew about the game, but a fandom is ultimately a community of people who love a piece of media. newer fans belong here just as anyone else does. the best thing you can do is make newer fans feel as welcomed as you did.
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my name is rhys, and i am mutuals only. my activity is extremely slow, and i am 100% selective and picky about who i write with. that said i am very fond of ocs, and enjoy crossovers quite a bit. rules found below, they must be read before interacting. these are in place for my comfort, i ask you respect them.
affiliates: furiaei , fractise , chiheru
i do not condone or tolerate inappropriate behavior, and will block anyone who writes ped*philia or inc*st. i will also not tolerate people trying to police or dictate how i should act, or how i ought to do things here. roleplay is a hobby for me, a place to write with my friends. im not here to babysit, and should not be viewed as a job or career. if you don't like how i operate, or how i treat my space here then you are not expected or forced to follow.
if i dont follow you right away, or at all please dont take it personally. i like to keep my dash clear and not too cluttered. communication is also extremely important to me in roleplay- as i don't want to follow people who have no real wish to interact. most if not all of my interactions are plot dependent. so i def like to plot or chat before hand.
keep in mind I am divergent, and play a lot into the potential horror aspects of the character. I can do meet cutes and slice of life situations but...there will always be unsettling undertones. the twins are not human, and i like that about them, it's part of what drew me to the characters in the first place.
i do not in any way affiliate myself with the fandom or the twst rpc at large. Â
it is important to note that i write the twins from several points in their life. and it can range anywhere from 17 ( when we're introduced to them in twst ) - 20 ( assumedly their last year at the college ), and beyond that even if i choose explore their life after NRC, and where their choices and behavior lead them.
 themes  here  will  absolutely  include:  murder,  blood,  torture,  body  horror,  deep  sea  horror,  drowning,  manipulation,  gaslighting, ocean  related  imagery  and  aesthetics,  teeth,  gore and  more.  each  will  be  tagged  accordingly.  if  i  ever  need  to  tag  something  in  particular,  like  a  ship  or  a  character,  please  feel  free  to  ask  me.
i do not and will not write or post any nsfw on my blog, but my nsfw tags will include most the horror / violence related subjects above. please if any of that is triggering for you do not follow me!!
on shipping and dynamics. so... i practice ship exclusivity, when it comes to certain dynamics. i do not enjoy recycling, or reusing ideas with other people. and in order to ship with my muse romantically-- i do ask this be mutual. if you do not enjoy that, then it's fine. no hard feelings, i can respect that. when i am comfortable enough to plot these things out, i really try to put out 100% effort. and it doesn't feel very good to see our ideas and dynamic done the same with someone else.
with shipping still in mind: i need complete transparency whenever someone wants to explore a particular dynamic with me. this applies to any of my muses or blogs. i do not want people assuming im going to ship something, just because it is expected or popular. i need communication, and mutual interest. as with the above, i prefer that anything romantic to be mutually exclusive.
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